i feel bad actually complaining about the day, because it's been a lot of good company and good conversation. but OH MY GOD so frustrating, i've spent the whole day feeling like i'm everyone's afterthought.
*dan walks into the room*
shmoo: ... and when we get back from the moon, we will go pick snozzberries.
shmoo: everyone is going to fly to the moon for a picnic.
dan: oh. when?
jeeves: right now.
*thirty people walk out of the bathroom, all wearing full astronaut suits. suits are handed to shmoo and jeeves*
shmoo: aren't you coming? where's your suit?
seriously, minus the moon and the funny names, that is how i feel almost all the time with some people. perpetual third wheel. i absolutely hate it.
(and if you think this is about you, it probably isn't)