a number of indelicate conjectures

ok. so this is a real thing and i promise that it happened. yesterday i had decided to go to sleep (it was eleven o'clock and i had gotten up early so i felt pretty actualized about the thing) and i was making progress. there i was on the bed with the lights off and the door closed with visions of i don't know maybe gainful employment running through my head when joseph came up to the door and instead of knocking or just leaving because the light was off and it was that time that i already mentioned, just decided to come in. stopping in the doorway, he called my name several times. when this failed to rouse me, he walked in and tapped my shoulder until i asked him why the thing that was happening was happening. turns out it was this:

oh, hi. sorry to wake you, but can you buy these food stamps?

my baleful glare, it seems, needs work, because after five seconds or so of the most withering expression i could muster, he asked me again. in response i made a number of indelicate conjectures about the manner of his upbringing, his personal hygienic practices, and the level of cognitive resources at his disposal.

we are quarreling.