The Script
The goal, since I am trying to cultivate a friendly relationship based on shared wi-fi and boxes of organic produce (and the possibility of a "soup party" in the near future) is not to let the couple upstairs think I'm crazy.
I'm sure I seemed presentable enough when we met.
But do they know I live alone? Maybe they'll assume, when I'm having clearly audible conversations with myself, that I'm entertaining friends.
In a way, I am. Ha.
Let's hope they don't notice that the only voice vibrating up through the rafters is my own. And that it's full of run-on sentences and unfinished thoughts.
Maybe it's just a bi-product of working from home and having way too much time to myself. Or maybe it's yet another sign (like the random bursts of laughter) of a creative mind. Yes, that must be it.
When was that soup party going to be, again?
I'm sure I seemed presentable enough when we met.
But do they know I live alone? Maybe they'll assume, when I'm having clearly audible conversations with myself, that I'm entertaining friends.
In a way, I am. Ha.
Let's hope they don't notice that the only voice vibrating up through the rafters is my own. And that it's full of run-on sentences and unfinished thoughts.
Maybe it's just a bi-product of working from home and having way too much time to myself. Or maybe it's yet another sign (like the random bursts of laughter) of a creative mind. Yes, that must be it.
When was that soup party going to be, again?