'my record, is you know, six and a half days - no sleep, yeah, just chocolate,'
I laugh appreciatively
'hahah yeah, you know, I was young, and I was painting and painting, and like, I was so exhausted, I put it in a frame, and I hang it on the wall, in front of my sofa, and then I sort of, I stumble back to sit down, and just, yeah...'
He mimics falling asleep on his sofa, which I imagine as deep purple and thinned from overuse
'and when I wake up, I just go yeah, that, that's beautiful.'
Interesting soul, my roommate.
Last night:
'you, yeah, I think you are a good person.'
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