Today was the last day of The Tudor series, so I succumbed to the idea of there perhaps being an attractive cashier working at the CVS. There wasn't, so I returned home and turned off the TV, tired of my fleeting on-screen crushes. I began reading, carefully sipping ham chowder out of a mug with one arm. Soon I tired, so I secured my sling and took a nap. To my surprise, my dad woke me up later and took me out to eat, giving me the chance to admire a gentle waiter with slicked black hair in-person.