So. Dang. Frustrating.

I was going to make us steel-cut oatmeal but then tossed the container aside because the 30 minutes it would to cook was "too long" and we were hungry right now. But instead of making something else to eat, Fla.-J and I sat down on my couch, facing one another.

"Remember that thing I was going to tell you about me?," he asked. "The thing I've been ignoring and avoiding telling you?"

I nod, slowly but deliberately, not knowing what to expect.

"I think I'm finally ready to tell you what it is."

Then, I woke up.