Page 109 - Student: dazed And Confused

So, explain to me exactly how I came to be researching directions to Dr Thorns office.

Trust me, yeah, Googling for directions with a bangin' headache is not the best way
to spend the morning after United get to the quarter finals. It ain't the way I planned the
day anyway. I figured sleep, shag and shower. She reckons powernap, aspirin and

computer. Sadistic bitch.
Anyway, I obliged and got to work - okay, not by choice. Me? Go to The C Word
voluntarily? 'Cos that'd happen.
"Laura, babe. Why are we doing this?"
"Because we need help if we're going to save th is, this thing we have. And I'm not
even sure it's a relationship anymore. The only thing we share is a bed. You even hog the
covers."
God, it's too early in the afternoon for this. "No, I meant this. Why am I finding a
route to this Thorny freak while you sit there wrecking my CD collection?"

I don't know if you've noticed it but birds have evolved and developed Looks. Looks
that'd make Charles Darwin proud. Right now, Laura's picking out discs at random - or in
some God-forsaken chick-sequence - opening it then driving her long nails down the
important side, just like she used to drag 'em down my back. And the Look, it's one of
them you're-so-fucking-dumb-how-did-you-get-out-of-primary-school ones. "Laur, it was a
quiz, just a piece o' crap. Why're you takin' it so serious?"
Previous look with hints of you're-a-typical-bloke-never-cares-about-me and she is
deff on the rag. Any minute now there's gonna be waterworks.
"Things haven't been right between us for a while and..." blah blah blah. Chick talk
about feelings again. I'm not the emotional type - that's gays and girls territory, yeah - but

FUCK ! She's got hold of the Singapore import of Kill 'Em All. You just don't nail Metallica to
death. Hell of a way to go though" "You bitch ! "
"This is how I feel Jay. Something important to me might never work again.. it's
scratched and broken and ripped apart on the inside."
Told you there'd be tears. Didn't I warn ya? "Do you know what that CD cost or how
long it took me to get it? Nah, course not. To you, it's just another thing not worth your
time."
"I want it to be worth my time, Jay, I really do."

She's not talking about the CD anymore, is she? Wish she wouldn't do complicated
things like that when I got half a bottle of JD in me. So, I did the grown-up thing and ignored
her for the next hour by playing nothing but Solitaire as she had her little cry. I don't do
tears, okay?
She's just about to start on my Meat Loaf collection when I print her the directions
to this psycho-quack. I don't need some bloke telling me what's right and wrong and giving