A bad case of the FOMS kept me distant and aloof at my great-aunt's 90th birthday dinner, as I texted my girlfriends for minute by minute updates on their wild night out.
Trish (at the 90th birthday party): Text to all her friends.
Whats going on?
Who is there?
Is Mike there?
Who is he with?
Someone answer me. I am suffering from the F.O.M.S hardcore right now.
No response from freinds, because they are all busy.