It’s close to midnight.
A cup of Kahlua Coffee sits in my tummy, doing its best to burn through my stomach lining.
Too much Kahlua, too little coffee — an accident, I swear.
I’ve got a mid-semester test coming up next week.
I’m studying — reading my text.
“How does a VPN work?” it asks.
I try to answer: “through the use of encrypted… communication lines…” but stop at that.
I don’t know.
Who gives a f*cking sh*t how a VPN works?
Suddenly, a familiar voice from outside finds its way past my door, and into my ears.
It’s her. My mind drifts.
The text disappears before my very eyes.
Oh Jesus f*cking Christ, concentrate!
I try once more. “VPN is…” but there it goes again, the voice.
So I like her, so what?
It’s just a f*cking phase…
I’m sure it’s just a phase…