Work Lunch

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Confusion's kind of a thing these days. As you know, I've been waking in the middle of the night again when it's nothing but dark, and it's fine when I can get back to sleep. I guess even nights like tonight, when I didn't manage to get back to sleep, are easier since I work from home most days. Still no reply to the email; entirely understandable, given the breadth of it, but Shawn texted me just before lunch that he'd take me to Mo's. There was some show where a character takes an underling out to lunch at their *favorite* spot to surprise & fire them. I don't remember what it was, but it obviously had an effect on me. I couldn't find decent parking and just as equally couldn't take the thought of being late, so I ducked into the Peet's lot. I'm a big boy, I can pay for parking.

Amazingly, I saw FHA there! I feel like I get extra points for the entirely unnecessary eye-witness proof that I left Lady Miss Friday's lair Almost assonance He's already volunteered to help me figure out where I live again, but this was a good reminder that even though our journals actually keep us, in my view, closer than almost any of my other friends, or however you want to interpret more in the know, we also have stuff to catch up on. We get around. I had time to scroll their menu, but even though I'd planned to try to eat like a real boy, I just didn't want to have to force myself, even for a lunch that Shawn ultimately volunteered to pay for, and I felt vaguely petulant that we still don't have a 100% vegan burger on the menu. A little while back, I was on the PPK Boards and there was a thread about vegan privilege, and when we'll know we've "made it." Someone brought up fast food, and everyone jumped in with all the things you could get made vegan, and with all the different hoops you had to jump through, put the food through, and put the definition of whatever food you started with through. I appreciate the progress we've made, I'm just not willing to put myself out in order to celebrate it. I didn't want to feel rude by not ordering anything, though, so I got some sweet potato fries.

Shawn did not fire me, but instead talked about some upcoming cases he wants help with, and that he'd send me some work tonight for me to do over the weekend, just to get a scale of where I'm at. It's probably for the best I don't have much legal knowledge, because I've been told I'm a very gifted verbal seppukist, and I tried to avoid anything that might encourage any lurking hopes. The lunch was getting to be over, so I asked about the motion for summary judgment, and I'm not sure if I misunderstood the assignment again because he sort of talked around it, but didn't seem upset. I didn't ask about the marriage forms.