Context: I’m making a trip to Kansas next week to see friends and forget about life for awhile.
(Conversation via text messaging):
Mom: Good morning! I’m concerned about you. No blog posts, no texts, no phone calls. RU OK?
Me: There’s no point in living now that KU is out of the tournament. I gave away my guitar and I’m using all my severance to buy alcohol and a trip to Vegas, where I’ll spend my remaining days with Elisabeth Shue.
Mom: I thought you were going to Kansas, and who’s Elisabeth Shue?
Please note that my mom doesn’t seem too worried about the giving away of possessions (maybe because she knows I don’t actually own a guitar) and the other suicidal signals. She’s mostly concerned with my travel plans and who this Elisabeth Shue character is. And I know my mom has seen The Saint, so I’m not sure where her head’s at on that one.