Thor

So once again, it is time to make an attempt at companionship. I'm being impressive, working on a friends computer. My date is very impressed with what is seen. There is a creak from the front door. I look at the door and tell Thor, "Just go through it like you usually do." I follow Thor towards his perch, like Russell Wilson follows a thrown football. Half way across the room, I ask Thor if he was hungry. Now, in the Thomas household there are two rules, never to be broken: Julian takes his insulin and Thor does not go hungry. Thor heads to his perch and lies down. Just then, I hear the front door bouncing off it's door stop, and see my date running, west on 84th. *Crap*

Off to bed