So I don't like bananas and the milk tastes... wrong. Pierce can keep his damn inch of milk.
I'm slowly getting used to cooking. We didn't have a lot of ingredients back in what I'm reminded was my time. Steve's never been fussy about what we had but he used to eat like a bird. I remember him picking at his food a lot. That's changed. The clearer parts of my memories are still him but I think it has to do with the fact that he's a constant.
I still wake up confused. Looking for people who aren't here or aren't alive. I spent a whole morning looking for Howard before I remembered that I Sometimes I wake up expecting people I'd rather forget. I want to say I'm getting better but how do you judge that? How do you fix this?
Steve? If I said it would be therapeutic could we get a pet?