Segregation, Masturbation, Samuel Beckett

I have this craving for blackberry gelato. Blackberry gelato and a rainy summer afternoon.

Today I was late to work because R had made off with my ID card to print some things and had not returned it. I pulled him out of Starbucks to go back to his house and get it for me, since I can't get into the medical school without it. On our way back, holding hands, he busied himself making fun of me for wanting him to visit me at work someday, calling my policy towards relationships one of "full integration." I pointed out that he loved it when I stopped by his office last summer and brought him coffee or just wished him a nice day. He pointed out that I hated it when he stayed late doing other people's work for them. I said that was a perfectly reasonable thing to dislike, especially when I was waiting for him. I doubt he'll ever know where I work, or with whom.