Nolan was not impressed with The Wild Hare’s twenty minute wait on Friday night.
“Of course I don’t have a reservation!” he thought to himself. “It’s 6 o’clock. I’ll be in bed a couple hours.”
To cool down we walked along White Bridge to the Persian carpet store and back and back and back and back. He has taken a liking to walking. We walk up and down Murphy. We walked all around Bicentennial Mall. It’s tiring and incredibly cute.
Something bad happened to him in a recent dream of mine recently and I wanted nothing more to hug him in the morning. He is the shit and he knows it.