I have to stand up in exactly two minutes. That means I’ll have to remove Adrian from my legs. I am lounging on a loveseat, posed like Cleopatra on a fainting couch, and Adrian is tucked away in the crook of my folded legs. He is playing with a DVD, and threatening to scratch it. I’ve had to take it away once, because nothing sucks worse (nothing, nothing! Hyperbolic statements!) than a scratched DVD when that DVD is clearly the one he wants to watch because he was just playing with it.
Adrian just conned Emily into putting that DVD on for him in the other room, so he’s left the bony height of my folded legs for a more comfortable spot. I miss him already.
Now it’s time to stand up.