Floodgates

Well, it's a winding road when you're in the lost and found.

It went something like this...

  • Me: I know you said you don't remember the last time you cooked/ate real, home-cooked food so you're welcome to come have some of the pork roast I made today. I'm trying to work on my thesis, though, so you should probably just come over to eat and then leave.
  • Cop-Friend: (four hours later) Sorry, I took cold medicine and passed out for ten hours.
  • Me: Are you hungry? The offer still stands, but it'll be microwaved and not fresh out of the crock pot.
  • Cop-Friend: Yeah, I'm starving. Be over shortly.
  • Cop-Friend: Do you need to stay productive or can this be a sleepover?
  • ^^^ Why my thesis will never be finished. I. Am. Weak.