Billy Horrible: Local aquarium
Rarely did Billy Horrible concern himself with anything much that didn't involve his apartment or his computer. It wasn't that he didn't care about things and people otherwise: it was just that he didn't ever think to care. There was definitely a difference.
Lately, he'd been trying to force himself out of his house a little bit more, if only to remind himself that there was, indeed, life outside of his apartment.
Today, he was at an aquarium. He liked the weird fish and all their ridiculous bright colors and strange shapes.
One of them was swimming around in little circles, for no apparent reason. Billy laughed to himself, because he wasn't with anyone else. "Hahaha. Silly little fucker."