it’s the kind of laughter that erupts from your belly without warning. a graceless, tactless, careless roar that you really should control but just can’t because it’s late and you’ve had a rough week and you are past the point of sanity. you have been trying to hold it together, but it just seems pointless now, at the 24-hour diner where nobody knows your name, and oh my god, did you see that? is he for real? are we even really awake? you are laughing so hard you can’t even speak. you just exchange giggling glances, hold your belly and keep on laughing.