How are you?

Why do you feel the need to ask me this? I am wearing sweatpants. My hair hasn't been combed in days. I don't even know what day it is anymore. Behind me are 3 bags, a lunchbox and my purse. How am I? I'm a vagrant who survives on baloney, processed cheese, Sun Chips and peanut butter. I don't remember what it's like to have dinner with friends. I've stopped drinking not because of some moral objection, but because I simply don't have time to drink.

Someone. Please. Make this stop.