I cannot make small talk. I can’t just “chit chat” with people. Really. I don’t know what to say.
And I’m sure I come off as snotty or antisocial (don’t most introverts?) because I just sit there not saying anything, not initiating conversation, not even making a casual observation about the weather or the price of eggs in China*.
* 57 cents per dozen, export price
I must have spent 20 minutes on my cell phone with the vet’s office (in my car, in between classes), trying to get the mice in for a second opinion. The receptionist was very nice, albeit somewhat spacey, and she squeezed us in for 12pm this Wednesday (my only other option was Sunday evening – um, no thanks).
But do you know what this means? I have to skip Bio lecture. For mom and anyone else who may be concerned, I talked with my professor, and she said it was fine. This was after she gave a schpiel to the class about how humans and mice are quite closely related. Yeah, I know it’s a stretch, but if it works to generate sympathy in my favor, I’ll take it.
Now it’s just a matter of taking a deep breath and reminding myself that I don’t have control over everything. I can’t tell you how much I’ve been praying that these mice stay active and strong – so far, so good…Thanks, God.
