Busy Busy

There's this Indian woman staying at the hostel right now, and I don't know why she's here because she's a doctor and surely can afford better lodging. Anyway, she is the talkingist person in the world, and keeps bringing up these heavy topics of conversation, like "could you explain the electoral college?". She's very nice, but each time she talks to me I'm in the middle of doing something else. Right now, I'm filling out applications and trying to juggle a million different web pages and she comes into the kitchen to display her new bag from Macy's and how she likes how big it is because now she can carry her laptop which is so much smaller than her old one and also she can carry her papers and even her high heels because she likes to look taller but doesn't like to walk so far on them and also she could fit a water bottle if she wanted! Then she pulled out this side pocket and was like, "you could even use this pocket for sanitary napkins" in this whispery tone. Arrgggghh...

Hee, I have to mail this transcript to Utopia Parkway. I want to live on that street.