Tryptophantastic

Though I don’t talk to Vanlal a lot, whenever I do, it’s usually intriguing and I come to some revelation. Today it was the not-so-startling admission that I am somewhat out of control of my life. Additionally, I still haven’t resolved the feeling that I am not a complete member of any group that I belong to, that I’m always on the fringe. Perhaps express it as my favorite poet did: “You only want me when I get over you.” Of course, pair that with my of-late ambivalence and lack of control, then I can only answer my feeling of social loneliness how Buckingham did:

But I don’t mind. I don’t mind.

While we’re at the Chinese buffet, Katya reassures me that she has a future in comedy:

Katya: (pointing at the sweetener) What’s that?
Mommy: That’s for coffee and tea.
K: Tea? Tee? Tee? What’s after tee?
M: (pausing in confusion) Uhh…. U?
K: (not missing a beat) For MEE??

It came straight off as a Who’s On First sketch.