It's Okay, Robot

I would do it, but I’m too slimy and hammered and airborne. I wrote down the date on my calendar, but I got distracted by aging and breathing. I’d come over now, but I’m too foamy and jagged and independently wealthy, and too busy drinking Dr. Pepper and being dismembered by trains. I know the planning meetings are important, but my schedule is completely full of reading magazines and losing my hearing. I’d love to come over and have a really long conversation about the adversity we face, but, like, I completely forgot.