Endless Ramblings of a Roommate

My roommate started telling me about his day and I swear he's still going. He said he woke

up, but then he had to explain what dream he had, which reminded him

of another dream from last year, which reminded him of his childhood dog,

which reminded him of this girl he dated who also had a dog, and now we're somehow

on the topic of cheese. I haven't spoken in forty five minutes. I'm married now.

I have kids. He's still talking.