I was conked out for so long after my surgery. Now my mind is wide-awake and playing mental catch-up: talk to my brother (later). A porn star bought you (Jesus Christ). Protect your brother, protect your sisters, protect everyone (always). Don’t let Farrow go (I won’t). Marry him. Put a ring on it. What if he’s not into marriage? What if that’s why he rejected his ex’s proposal? But we talked about kids. Twice. Jokingly? No, it was fucking serious. I think. You can have kids without being married. Don’t name your son Batman.
