on the couch i kept asking what was wrong you said that nothing was wrong then you said it had nothing to do with me then we turned on american idol and only talked about american idol later we went to bed and gmail chatted the next day using 'ok' and 'i don't know' at a frequency that seemed higher than usual i was on the 5th floor of the downtown public library sitting next to an obese teenager who was listening to d**h metal on her ipod i minimized our gmail chat and looked at the escalators mentally projecting myself minimizing our gmail chat and looking at the escalators then the music on the obese teenager's ipod switched to r&b it was interesting