Week 42, 2026: Bob

Typing and editing from a bar. The birthday girl wanted to go line-dancing. The first two dances have not been too bad. The second was fun, even. I like the little twirls but still can't get used to all the stomping. One incentive to learn the moves is to avoid having your foot stomped on by a heavily-tatted lesbian in cowboy boots. She met me at Levant Pizza first, after I devoured four slices. Two pepperoni, two garlic and zaatar. The waitress has an English accent and looks like my friend Maisie. When the playlist on speaker was interrupted by a Spotify Premium ad, it gave me a funny cozy feeling. Jemima likes the new hair look. Whenever I part ways with her, I feel inspired to find new ways to be a good person. My hair stylist Selena did a fantastic job. She said I was the fiftieth person to say I found the hair salon through Reddit and I made a face. Long strands of 3B curls fell to the floor while we bonded over trips we’d done in southwest Asia. I wanted her to keep cutting so…