Indian takeout is a good cure for strange-adult-talking-to duties.

I also stared at a wall!

I usually hunt up kids at parties as a way to avoid talking to strange adults, but sometimes there's no weaseling out of the obligation.

Yeah, I really can't just ghost on my in-laws. I'm sure it would be technically possible, but also unnecessarily rude.

This song comes from one of them, and it's hilarious as a standalone: "It'll Be OK"

"Twilight, please make this song end—we're a bunch of floating heads."

That is an amazing dedication to parody. Thank you!