There are bad bad days. Followed by uhhh days with potential to be good. Ruined by random things like half your hair falling out while applying hairfallcontrol oil.

But yeah. I met two crazy people today. Freshers. Then I told my roommate. And the following conversation ensued in the context of having a party

"Do the new freshers you met drink?"

"I don't know. That's not what I ask people the first time I talk to them. That would be so weird"

"Oh really. What did you talk about today?" (it's like she knows. spooky)

looooooong silence from me.

"We spoke about shit"

victorious chuckle.