You know that Belle and Sebastian lyric "If I could do one near-perfect thing, I'd be happy"? Today's got me feeling so completely mediocre. Ever get struck by the thought that you are perhaps not special in any way? Blame it on finals week approaching, but what a drag.
I went out for drinks with my cohort tonight, an activity that happens every Wednesday that I've been mostly truant for this quarter for no particular reason. I got to the bar at around 7:30 and everyone looked up and enthusiastically said "Hey Evie!" and Mike grabbed a glass and poured me a beer. A chair was produced for me, and then someone said "We were just talking about how funny you were in class today!" Aw, man. Is there any better fix for a case of the poor-mes?
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The not feeling special thing is bad. I am still in the process of just moving on (after accepting it). On your note, you're one of the funniest, kind people I know and one of the wittiest to boot.
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