Well.

I suppose "sunny" is not the most accurate description of my disposition even under the best of circumstances. Let us say instead my "partly cloudy with a 50% chance of severe storms" disposition is once again intact. In other words, while I'm still cranky, it's the regular old everyday sort of cranky that doesn't involve acts of extreme violence perpetrated on everyone within a five mile radius.

Well.

Unless they do something to piss me off, in which case violence on my part is not the result of a particularly ugly bad mood, but a perfectly justified response to shitty behavior. That's my story, at any rate, and I'm sticking to it.

*****

And now the first installment in my new series: Conversations at the FunHouse

"Are you fucked up? Drunk or something?"
"Fucked up? No. Well. Maybe. I mean, I took some sleeping pills, and I might have had a glass of wine or so, too, but nothing has really kicked in yet."
"Oh, I'm pretty sure they've started to work."
"Really? I guess. Although I'm not sleepy yet, but maybe? But how did you know?"
"Partly because you're listing to one side, and partly because you just picked up a button and asked me if it was a LifeSaver and then ate it, but mostly because the entire time we've been standing here talking, I haven't been wearing any pants, and you never even noticed."
"Oh? OH! Huh. Well, look at that."
"Indeed."

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