Apparently, humans are social animals. Without social interaction, we become dysfunctional and can't survive. We go loopy and do crazy things like thinking we’re from planet Zorb and worshipping the god of an inanimate object such as a pedal bin, piece of rope, can opener or smiliar. Apparently this is true, which I know because I saw it in a documentary.

I also know it is true because lately I have been working weekends.

On Sunday, I made myself take an hour off to go and meet my friends who were at a BBQ for my mate Lawrence who is going to live in Sydney.

I went to the party and I couldn't do it right. I couldn't do small talk, I couldn't do large talk, I couldn't even do medium-sized talk (normally my specialty). I couldn't TALK without getting confused and realising I wasn't saying what I set out to say. I do believe at one stage I was speaking in tongues.

No wonder those people in the library are so insane.

Argem de minno frizzle mop. Don't you think?