It will be Christmas Eve soon. Last night, I worked and then had some fun after earlier incapacitated in bed due to food poisoning. Met an old friend, with some interesting stuff.
Then, I spent the rest of the night trying to convince this girl that I'm depressed. It was no easy feat, and I ultimately failed.
"I'm depressed, really," I told her.
"You don't look depressed," she said.
"Really? What do I look like?"
"You look like someone who's having a laugh at the world."
"Maybe I am, but that kind of stuff never makes anyone happy."
"Then why are you smiling? And laughing? And why are your nipples all hard and stuff?"
"Not as hard as yours."