"You are really looking good waffy!"
Yeah, yeah, and so what? I went through a great deal of fucking stress to make it it to your party....
"Oh Thank you so much",
Let us see, a glass of champagne, whatever, anything to drink, help get through this....
"Oh the flowers are so beautiful! wow! what a mighty bouquet",
Ah! no need to heap too much praises, all you have to do is take the time and effort and fucking go to the ghetto, you'll get a mighty one, those Arabs, they know their stuff.....
"Glad you like it!"
Hmmmmm, good, I don't have to do anything, I'll just sit and make small talk..... how absurd... today, I really have nothing to say, no idle conversation, no observations, nothing, I am dry. The house is looking very nice... whatever...I really have nothing to say....my thoughts are on other things....I want to go home....I have nothing to say....
"waffy, your hair really suits you, brings out your eyes"
"Thank you, can't wait for it to grow again"
Normally, I would have told them the story of my hair turning to "dada", but I really do not feel like it today, I am dry. Time to eat, thank God, I was turning into a fossil in the corner, I will eat fast, so I can leave, here is your present, happy you like it, bought it with my heart, yes.... but I need to go, this place, I need to go. Thank you for everything, the food was delicious. Good bye everybody, I will not bother hugging you all, I need to go, it is cold, dark. I can only walk as fast as I can. I am not happy, it is dark, I need to get home. I am not happy.