[ WP ] 'It was a nonsensical story set on a nonsensical day , filled with nonsense . '

It was Saturday. If nothing else, I remember that much. Or do we? 
 
 If The Others had n't been there, I would n't have been lonely. I ca n't do something this nonsensical by myself. But we had no idea what was n't in the past. 
 
 3 days before that fateful Wednesday, it was a Friday. I watched from my apartment window as my ex pulled into her driveway the floor above mine. I was lonely, but I was n't. The Others were there with me. They always were. Except when they were n't, which was often. I broke up with her because she ran over my dog. His name was Moo. He was the only one to keep me from not being not lonely with The Others. 
 
 But my Ex was never coming back. The Others have talked to him sometimes, but he never makes any sense. Then again, neither do They. You'd think that two parties who talk only in nonsense might be able to understand each other, but that maybe is probably how it works. Now it's Tuesday. 
 
 And I am Lonely. There are no Others. Only The Other.
