You're a fish, just like me.

A few days ago,
disheartened by my
lack of things
to do,

I decided to go to
half-priced books and
the exclusive company

with plans to act
particularly mopey
and somber.

My rationale was that
people who like
books and music
would "get me"
and obviously sense
that I was having a cruddy night.

I sat on the floor
looking at clearance CD's
for about thirty minutes.
Waiting for my
empathetic savior.

No one came.