Yay me!

For those who were actually worried (I know I wasn't...), my recovery is going very well. I don't need crutches anymore, and I expect to be walking normally again by monday. I guess the care of those three lovely ladies did me a lot more good than I thought!
Ok, now that this is out of the way, allow me to ramble on about something that has been bothering me for a while now. Think about the last conversation you had with someone you know, someone you're used to. What did it feel like? Was it a two-way discussion, or two monologues? Am I being paranoid? Am I the only one people cut off in the middle of a sentence? And most important, am I the only one who can't stand it? Anyway I probably shouldn't get into this subject, it's boring and it's not going to help me with my short temper... So I'll go back to my music, its soothing effect works miracles!
And by the way for you weirdos who are anxious to read my usual nonsense, don't worry, a big one is coming! And I'm also working on that short story you wanted, Yofed. So y'all keep your panties on. Except you, Angelina Jolie. You can take them off, I won't mind.

Cheers mates,

Tata