Evan Essence

I just bumped into Evan at the front of the WH. We only talked for a second before he had to take a call. We only ever talk for a second, now. I mean most times. I haven’t even told him yet about my good news. It’s been a week since I spoke to John. I have not thanked him for helping me yet again.

I did tell him about my other surgery, but that’s as far as I got.

Oh well. We’ll catch up eventually.

He asked me if I was excited. Smartass. I said actually I was excited, though, because I’d have full use of my hands again after.

I wonder if stuff like that is why some people think I’m spectrummy. Like, I knew he was kidding, but I don’t think he knew I knew.

If that makes sense.

I have to go. Talk later.