Friend call

I miss my other-island friends.

Last night I called Joel, my favorite free shrink, to vent about the direction (or lack thereof) of my life, about boys and romance and career changes and finding out in New Mexico that my rent check had bounced (worked things out with the landlord).

"It's so fucking hot here," Joel said. "And my air conditioner isn't working."

He sounded grumpy.

"I'm not upset. I'm just tired."

More talking, venting on my part. Suspicious silence on his.

"Is this the part where you file your nails and roll your eyes?" I asked.

He laughed. Then sighed.

I begged him to tell me what to do with my life.

He refused. More silence. Then he cut me off mid-sentence and said, "My cirucuit fuse just broke. I have to go."