Remember That Time …
… when I celebrated my first (and thus far, only) anniversary with Patrick by reenacting our first date?
Yeah, that’s not going to happen again tomorrow. To commemorate the second year of our unholy union, we will probably order delivery and hide out from the “wintry mix”, because anything more elaborate would require that I get out of the sweatpants and jersey to which I’ve become so accustomed to wearing during thesis hell.
Also, there will be no exchanging of gifts beyond the sexual since the only thing I could possibly want is A COMPLETED THESIS, which sadly, not even a magic genie could be compelled to produce.






