Eating

The other night, Rachael and I woke up from a late nap. It was about 9:30 PM on a weekend. Groggy, I suggested we go to a dinner. She agreed. We didn't say much because we were both tired.

During dinner, my friend called, and I answered. It was Juice, and he just finished reading Narcissos. When I write, sometimes I copy and paste tidbits that I've written down before and want to reuse, which occasionally means I repeat myself. He noticed this in Narcissos, and told me about it, and we both had a good laugh. We hung up the phone when my dinner came, and I noticed Rachael was giving me a horendous evil-eye.

Now, I can imagin and overly sensitive person getting upset because I inturrupted dinner. That would make sense. But no, she got upset because my friend made me laugh, and she hadn't. Like, she got angry with me because she wasn't the one that made me laugh. She got so angry that she got up and left dinner.