Oh, my stars and garters. What is going on with you people? I end up falling into an alcoholic stupor for a few days and I wake up to find everybody embroiled in a war? I don't want any part of this. I'll be in my lab if you need me. Again.
It seems that fate is rather fond of kicking me in the head when I least expect it. I think I may have slept with one of my friends. There may have been copious amounts of alcohol involved.