I sat around on the couch and let Grandma "listen in" on some Alan Watts and whatnot after work. We chatted a bit and right before she headed to bed she asked how I felt about living here. I expressed to her how grateful I was and that others have taken notice of my boost in behavior as well. Then she mentioned how "at first" Nicole didn't really want me to move in here. The whole everything seems to be crashing down. The ying and the yang. I suppose I was bound to be overcasted with clouds sooner or later. So I'm going to have to really try hard to fake it now! The acting will have to get ramped up a bit. Duty! More Honor! Dude Gary John Bishop really does make it clear how much of a flying-off-the-handle-piece-of-shit I really am. I'm a disgrace.