Predictable Math

Bad school day I’m not going to get into. Becca, her sister, and their friend took me to see this Matthew McConaughey rom-com. You know exactly where it’s going before the opening credits—every turn already visible, every joke predictable. But that’s the thing about those films: you don’t always want to be surprised. Sometimes you just want the same story again, updated with different faces. It was funny enough and required nothing of me, which was exactly the escape I needed.

We went to McDonald’s after with Patricia and her friend. Nothing remarkable, but it was the right kind of evening.

Need to remember to wish Ana happy birthday.