I realize this blog is in danger of becoming nothing more than a transcript of E.S.’s and my bickering exchanges, but I must report the one we had last night.
E.S.: I had a long conversation today with my friend Y. about relationships.
FAUSTUS: What about them?
E.S.: About the fights that we’re inevitably going to get into.
FAUSTUS: Why, because you hate me?
E.S.: I don’t hate you. I just wish you would change.
FAUSTUS: Well, guess what?
E.S.: You’re going to change? Yay! Thank you, sweetie.
FAUSTUS: Don’t touch me.
Then we had sex.