He knows.He knows these things about me.
He calls me this morning as I'm dying of a migraine in my bed. He says he wants me to keep him company while he's driving home.
I'm in a drug induced coma, meditating away the particles of pain and so the message of what he wants goes directly to my voicemail in which me also mentions that he will be online soon.
I woke up and checked the voice message and decide to check that he's online.
He's in the midst of writing me an email. But I interrupt this by sending him a message to which he responds with "Hope you're not in headache-ville." I asked him how the hell he knew that and he says he doesn't know.
He calls it ironic. I call it's sweet.
I see a connection here.
Doesn't hurt that he was on Sesame Street twice as a kid and met the man inside Big Bird.
Can you hear me swooning?
