I can't really say that I'm in

[firstcrusader]

Last night I hosted a dinner party for my coworkers. And I managed to clog up the kitchen sink rather badly (note to self, don't try to shove quite so much down the garbage disposal at one time). And naturally, if it happened, it had to happen the night the severe germ-o-phobe was over. That makes how many broken things in the apartment now...?

I had some profound revelation about normalcy being a lot closer than one might realize, but I decided to give you this link instead.