3 nights ago: I was running late for my Friday sessions. I left my apartment in a bathing suit. My stomach was distended like like I had parasites. There was a Macy’s next door to campus. I ran in there, got into a conversation with a very Southern woman and tried to walk out in a white trench coat. The sensor was still on it. I went back in the dressing room for more stuff. The Southern woman gave me a shirt and hat. I went and facilitated my classes in a swin suit, shirt and hat. And no one said a wird about it.
2 nights ago: I was sleeping and woke up with loose teeth in my mouth. 2 of my teeth had fallen out while I was sleep. I had to go the whole day with 2 teeth gone.
3 nights ago: I was in my Communications class and said something about Barack Obama. This girl (who shall remain nameless but she is a real person) said “No one wants to hear about Obama”. I said “I didn’t want to hear you talk about how much you wanted to marry John McCain, but I had to listen anyway”. She got up outta her seat and kept talking about how much she loved McCain (this is true of her!) and I kept on how no one wanted to hear it. We went to blows. She’s a big girl – 5’10” (I know because I asked her in real life) and she’s not skinny at all. We were going at it with this other classmate stuck in the middle.
So what does this all mean?