He's been hiding it from me. I mean, I knew he liked computers and reading photography manuals.
But I just wasn't ready for what I saw: when I stopped by yesterday, he was watching Star Trek.
(sob)
And it's just (sob)
That he didn't even (gasp)
Tell me.
I don't even know you anymore.
In other news, before bed last night, I put Neosporin on my knuckles, bound them in Saran Wrap, and kept everything in place by wearing winter gloves. Surprisingly, they were no less dry and cracked when I awoke.
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