It is great fun sitting in the basement of a party. I am listening to people laugh, and it is like being in the next room while a sitcom is on. Why are they laughing? Sometimes it is fun to guess.
There is also one next door. They are singing to music, but they only know the choruses.
I'd normally be asleep right now. My Friday nights are no more eventful than having to pick what pijamas to sleep in. I'm not sure if this is what you'd call an improvement, but I am enjoying it anyways.
It kind of confirms my status on the periphery of things. I watch. I hear. I'm not in the middle of it. Not feeling excluded so much as detached. A clinical observer.
The noise pushes.
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