Apparently I've forgotten that Mango is not the kind of person one goes to to be comforted because I went over to his place last night. This is the first conversation we had:
Me: It's been a crappy day.
Mango: Aww, is it because they canceled your class?
Me: No, it's becau--
Mango: Yes it is.
Me: What? No it's not.
Mango: Yes, I know it is.
Me: No, I could not care less about that class.
Mango: Yes you could.
This is the second conversation we had:
Mango: Remember that time I blocked you on AIM?
Me: Uhm, no...
Mango: Yeah it was an accident but I totally forgot about you until a few months later when I was like "hey Carolyn hasn't been online in a while" and I checked and you were blocked and I unblocked you and you were there.
Me: Great.
This is the third conversation we had:
Mango: Where's Laycon?
Me: At my place. (The rest of) my apartment invited him over for dinner.
Mango: Why don't they ever invite us?
Granted that was a valid question but a really shitty pep talk. And then after that he got into bed and promptly fell asleep and it was just all so depressing that I wanted to kill myself. But instead I went home and got in bed because I heard that sleep is like temporary death and I figured it would be a safe reprieve when one does not have the proper drugs is not yet ready for the real thing. And that was around 8 o'clock which would explain why I'm up at seven.
And you know how they say things look better in the morning? That is incorrect. And to make things weirder I woke up with these mystery scratches all over myself so either a cat snuck into my bed or I rolled over a razor blade while I was sleeping. I guess that's the problem with temporary death -- when you wake up you still have to face the scratches.
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