I was driving home today and realized his test in L.A. is this week and I got all sad. THEN I realized he's leaving me in January which gives me what? Like 8-9 weekends left with him to go out, drink 40s at the club, chikka chikka dinners, walks through Bucktown (the "should I return this, should I keep it" game), splitting noodles at Zen, breakfasts at midnight at White Pal... then I got even sadder. Fuck. I'm going to miss my Count Wacktacula.
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