“I don’t know,” I say on a huff. “I mean, fuck, do I really have a choice?” “No, and I’m glad you see it that way. Now, where are we on the furniture? Did you order it?” “Not yet,” I answer. “Why the fuck not? That was your homework. Pull out your phone, and we’ll do it now so you won’t have an excuse not to.” And this is why you don’t let your friends get involved in your personal life.
