30. Does anyone hate you?
Who doesn’t hate me?
40. Did you have a good day yesterday?
I don’t know. I don’t think I did. I had a headache.
50. What are you supposed to be doing right now?
I’m supposed to be in the workshop right now, but fuck that. I have better things to do right now. Like drown my sorrows in milk and daytime tv.
60. Do you hate anyone?
Quite a few people, actually.
70. How do you look right now?
Like a glowing ball of absolute sunshine, obviously.
'Cause, eh… I have no money.
Well, I was going to try to help. But if you’d prefer, I can mock your pain…
No, don’t do that.
Have you eaten? Are you dehydrated?
Are you a doctor? Why are you asking so many questions?
Well, let’s see. You have—what? A headache? Ringing in your ears? Hyper-sensitivity to light? Anything else?
-nods her head slightly, groans and puts her head back on the table- I feel dizzy…
Why? I’m not tired, I don’t need rest.
Are you ill?
I don’t… I hope not, I don’t know.
S’not all that bad.
Yeah it is. You can taste all the weird shit they use to clean it.
Huh. That is…hmmm.
That’s not a very encouraging sound.