magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Scene Nine

BEAN is sitting on the edge of his bed, taking off his socks. His phone is ringing. After a moment he answers it.

BEAN

Hello. ... No. Not exceptionally. ... I just figured that you forgot. I thought you'd call when you left the bar. I wasn't going to answer my phone. ... Yeah, I did. ... Okay. ... Yeah. ... I love you too. Goodnight.

He hangs up the phone and sits quiet for a minute.

I've got some bad news about your car. I was trying to fit a 2x4 into the car, and you know those little cracks in the windshield? Well, one of them is quite a bit bigger.

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i've got to tell her about the car windshield tomorrow. but on the plus side of things my false floor in studio is coming along nicely. i finished building all the modular units. (after carrying five thousand pounds of wood up to the fourth floor because the people with the elevator keys were off doing something with their lives on saturday night. don't they know they have responsibilities?) it looks really nice. i don't know what i'm going to do with it in four months. i suppose i could flip the units up on their sides and use them as very overbuilt bookshelves.

also, shannon got back tonight. after a few days in california, but she's still jet-lagged from japan. with any luck her return will also spell the return of having enough combined motivation in the house to start holding burrito nights again. plus it's nice to see her.