They wouldn’t let him keep his appendix in a jar.

I’ve always loved fall. The air smells and tastes different. It’s cooler out, requiring a light hoodie, but never anything really cold. It starts getting darker out early. It all seems so romantic to me, always has. I love cuddling girls to keep them warm when it’s cool out.

I visited Liz first, both to verify where Cliff was, and to otherwise say hi to her.

Cliff is alive. Shortly after I got there, Anthony showed up. I joked that I should get my appendix removed, so I can be popular, too. I gave Cliff a box of All-Bran. Seriously, he likes it, so I know he’ll appreciate it. I was once again confronted with the fact that Cliff is male and I’m not as comfortable telling him things as compared to how I am with females. Nothing terribly important has happened, so it’s not a huge deal, there’s just details I’d love to tell him. I internally decided it wasn’t worth confronting his problem I have right now, so I just went with the conversation.

I managed to bring up Marcos and how he said to me, “Hey, you like the big boobies? One for you, one for me?”

:: shudders :: Dirty hispanic. I love him. I’m just glad he’s not 60 or something, that would be creepy. He’s our age.

I told Anthony that now and then, I keep thinking he’s going to come through drive-thru and prank me. He said he’d do the “No meat, only beans!” shtick.

Cliff was tired, so we vacated. I really don’t know when I’ll drop by again, but I’ll find the time. With precious time for myself, I just have to hope I can hang on and survive.

I really wish I felt comfortable enough to tell Cliff that I love him. I know he knows, but still. We don’t even get drunk and bond the way Erik and I do.