Things are...bad, let's say, and my preferred method of dealing with badness is either rage or retreat. Since the former will just lead to my saying things I probably shouldn't and thus to more badness, I am opting for the latter, though I reserve the right to be overly and brittlely cheerful at people in the interests of preserving what little remains of my dignity.
Anyway. Gafiating. See y'all on the flip.
Anyway. Gafiating. See y'all on the flip.