Day Thirtyeight

I wake up at 11:00 am and feel awful about sleeping in. There's no breakfast so I drink some water and sit in front of the computer in a stupor. Bao is also home so I decide to meet him when he goes to uni, so that I could write my report in the library without being distracted by whatever it is that distracts me at home.

I dress up because the Olay launch is tonight and it probably isn't a dressy occasion but I'm making it one. Then I watch Mean Girls while waiting for Bao.

Neither of us has eaten lunch. I'm not much interested in meals during daytime but Bao's hungry so we go to Habib's and have charcoal chicken. I realise I've forgotten both my wallet and keys. I assume I can eat half a chicken so we share a whole one, except after one quarter I can't walk.

We drive to uni and Bao's 10 minutes late for his tute. I go to the bank and beg for money. The girl behind the counter asks for my name, date of birth, address, amount of money in my account, most recent transactions and signature. I pass the test and cardlessly withdraw $50. I only need $5 for a train ticket but without my wallet who knows what emergencies might arise.

On the way to uni we're reminded that Marty still hasn't done his dare from half a year ago. We think of things he could do, mostly revolving around purchasing condoms at a pharmacy or supermarket. I use the smallest-sized condom but it still falls off, is it okay if I secure it with a rubber band? Is this suitable for anal penetration? Will faecal matter affect the integration of latex? I feel like my penis can't breathe in condoms, so I've poked some holes in it for air, it's still safe isn't it?

Or he could do that classic thing where he brings a packet of condoms to the counter. "How much?"

"$7.99."

"GG, can't afford." Two minutes later brings back a packet of rubber bands and cling wrap.

Pregnancy test and coat-hangers might be good too.