At last, my life is finally returning to its natural state: a boy-meets-world/Walter Mitty/burlesque farce/parody of itself.
I'm much more used to operating in these conditions.
On Wednesday night, I was fired for putting in my two weeks notice.
Heh heh, I couldn't make this stuff up.
Also, last night a mysterious journal appeared outside my bedroom door. It smells delicious and has a classical scene on the front, perhaps of Italy.
Yes, this is much more comfortable. Bring on the day.