Slowly in my mind formed the idea of melodrama

So basically, there I was, moping around the house. It's Friday, I have work tomorrow. I have to do a pick up before I get to The Hawk. I physically can't bear to think about it.
On top of that, I'm moping due to the belief I have no friends and no one to go out with on a nice day like today.
Then! Hark! I hear a click from my handbag.
Remembering that I left my phone in my handbag last night, I scramble across quilt, laptop and various other bits and bobs to see what the click reads!
O..it's a text asking how my day is...bloody lame that's how...
O BUT WAIT!! There is another text message.
It's none other than a text inviting me out for fun, games and movies in South Ken with folk from The Dictator at 11:30 am...sent last night...
Wait...am...it was then 14:00 and I am checking my phone for the first time...I have missed the occasion by 3 hours...o bittersweet time how it passes me!

Ought I to seek solace in the fact that I do have friends?...or mope in the tardiness of my phone checking...

And so I returned to my moping..

Sylverine says I'm a drama queen. I'd love to say I beg to differ, but I don't.

'So slowly in my mind formed the idea of melodrama, a form I found to perfection in American pictures. They were naive, they were that something completely different. They were completely Art-less. '
And here is the rest of it.