M: I’m going to assemble our barbeque.
M: Yes, I am.
M: Yes, I’m serious.
M: No, Chris isn’t here. I’m on my own.
M: Really.
M: Just me.
M: Don’t be condescending.
M: All the pieces are spread out before me in the backyard.
M: No, I can’t put them back in the box.
M: Because I threw out the box.
M: And the instructions.
M: I don’t need them. It all looks pretty obvious.
M: I can intuit these things.
M: Yes, like I can intuit the presence of a ghost or when a waitress has a crush on me.
M: You’re very funny.
M: Do we have a screwdriver somewhere?
M: I don’t know what type of screwdriver, one that works, I guess.
M: Really? Screwdrivers have names?
M: Phillip is a funny name for a screwdriver.
M: Are you making that up?
M: Whatever.
M: I found it.
M: Geez, there are a lot of little pieces here.
M: And they all look kind of alike.
M: No.
M: No, I am not going to turn on the webcam.
M: You’ll just have everybody at work watching! I know you!
M: Remember how the pastor said you had to believe in me?
M: Well, he said something like that anyway.
M: Just believe in me, dammit!
M: Oh, hell.
M: Do we have any Band-Aids?
M: Very minor accident.
M: Wasn’t expecting the dog to jump up on me while I was attaching the black thing to the silver thing.
M: Really muscling it, you know, and then Heidi started to lick my face.
M: It all just kind of sprung back into me.
M: Knocked my glasses off.
M: Might have lost part of a filing, too.
M: No.
M: No, I’m not positive, it could have been an old piece of a peppercorn.
M: Actually, I think I would do well on Survivor Island.
M: Probably finish in the top three.
M: Fuck!
M: A squirrel just took off with a small black thing.
M: He’s sitting on the fence with it. Mocking me.
M: Mocking squirrel fled in the face of barking dog.
M: Small black thing now gone.
M: Feeling flushed. Hate global warming.
M: Going to lie down and turn on AC for a bit.
M: Yes, even if AC does contribute to global warming.
M: Return to project later.
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