this morning #1316.

this morning, i think i’m done cheating death. last night, we met at the bar & had a long talk. sorted some things out. somewhat. there were lots of cocktails involved. i wasn’t about to converse with death in a sober state. no way. to start, i went with my usual martini. he ordered a drink called a “grim reaper.” i made a quip about him being awfully on-brand. he didn’t get it. once we got the pleasantries out of the way, he laid out his terms. if i’m going to keep flirting with him like i have been, he’s eventually going to be forced to do something about it. he called me a tease. said that, one of these days, he’s going to have to put his feelings for me aside & do his job. i have to believe he means it.