He texted me once. He goes, How's party? Not even adding the. How's the party? Bottom of the barrel.

Did he add a question mark at the end? No.

Dude. How's the party? Just don't even bother. Like, what?

You guys read so much into things. How about, Oh, that's really nice. You want to know how the party's going?

That text just felt like…

You might as well have not. This is why I can't stand certain humans that aren't men. I was just trying to be nice. Hey, how's the party? Of course, he's over there, Oh, my goodness.

If he doesn't put T-HE, I don't think he even came here down me.

I just thought it was the wildest thing.

You know what else? You didn't leave the house the two weeks we were gone. You're just sitting here in a mental health sess pool, and then you're just over analyzing anything and just being your head against the wall.

Then he's like, Oh, they're not even checking in on me. Then when we finally do, Where's the thought? I don't understand why they don't like me. I said, I'm never seeing sunlight again. I'm going to watch a Marvel movie for this eighth time today. Where's the thought?