Figurant

I'm in a crappy, crappy mood, and if I said exactly why, it'd reveal too much about too much. Let's just say that the past couple days, I've felt as though I'm speaking in Icelandic or something. I say something and the person I'm talking to gives me the ol' smile-and-nod treatment--with enthusiasm, even!--then proceeds to do exactly the opposite of what our conversation might have suggested.

Maybe I'm being paranoid. After all, I did just finish reading Infinite Jest for the third time. I love that book, but it has a way of giving you communication issues.