magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Standing on my rooftop in the rain, with a bottle of beer, I called Chris to apologize for my snippiness on Friday. 'It's just that I felt left out, you know?' And later, talking to Annette on the phone, she says that my dad's the same way when he's hungry, and like me, even when he sees himself starting down that path he can't stop. He thinks it's likely a low blood sugar thing. Maybe I should start carrying a couple of pixie stix around with me.