on the bathroom floor

I'm losing the plot man. Lost part of it already.
It's not to say I'm depressed or insane. In fact I'm really very happy. Swearworthy happy.
It's just that I'm losing the plot at the same time yknow.
Just that I'm stabbing my drink with my straw more times than necessary.

Sometimes I wish I were snobby and opinionated. Snobs don't suffer. They just too damn good for all that.