forsaken

My last social outlet is a monthly poker game on the second Monday of each month.

This month I missed it.

That means I haven't had a reasonable, or for that matter unreasonable,conversation with an adult male for more than 5 minutes in length in something like 7 weeks.

If I don't have an inane conversation that includes the words "field", " one more last round", and " waitress's age" within the next 5 days, I'm fairly certain my head will explode.

I'm like the Ultraman of degenerates.