It’s exceedingly cliche to say this, but today I could not relate to the rest of humanity at all. I had an akward exchange with my pharmacist in which she explained to me in great detail how to take the medication I’ve been taking for a month now. Then I went to the dog park with one of my friends who talks A LOT and always interrupts my stories with stories of her own and talks over me. And she brought two friends who were nice but I was feeling overwhelmed by new people and dogs and talking. After that I saw a friend who told me about trading his car for another one because the head gasket had blown and it was going to cost him $1400 to fix so the mechanic took his car and sold him another for $1800. His car was a fully loaded 2001 Volvo V70, the car he was traded for it was a 1994 Toyota forerunner. I hated to do it, but I busted out the Kelley Blue Book values and I think he almost cried. Then my old roommate was in town and he is sad about a break up, and I’m still sad about my break up, so listening to him made me more sad. Then we went to a dinner party, attended by my friend who talks too much and over everyone, and each person at the dinner party was exactly like her. I couldn’t even hear the thoughts in my own head, much less convey them to others. The only time I had a reprieve was when I started watching That Mitchell and Webb Look on Netflix when everyone else was hitting a gravity bong in another room.
The baked ziti was delicious though. I wish I had gotten seconds.
