Will someone tell me everything is just fine!

During my 37 minute conversation with Darrell. In which we breifly talked about how unmotovated I am. Current dating situation, family, railroad apartments, and how fucking hot Uma Thurman is.
I left work (which is currently 21st and West Side Hwy), drove home (greenpoint), parked twice, got my keys from the nail salon downstairs, opened a beer, ate dinner, went through my mail and took my shoes off and sat on the couch.
me: *sigh* It's so good to hear from you, Darrell, I'm glad you called
Darrell: Yeah, but I should be going, I'm really tired and I still have to drive home.
me: dude, you're still at the movie theatre?
d: Yeah, it was so nice watching the sun set.
m: ... .....*my mind is blown* .... wow, that's awsome.
d: what?
m: nevermind, safe home, I'll talk to you soon.