by Finney: Oh? Was this your seat? [Pausing the self-cleaning process.]
Finney: Well it’s MINES now. (Actually, he was just yawning.)
I’m backing up my computer right now, as I type. I wrote this morning, went to the gym, sent tax stuff to my accountant, found ways to cut corners this year, and I’m feeling virtuous, on top of things and in charge of my life. Clearly the universe is winding up to throw me my next curve ball. That sounds so pessimistic, I know. But in reality I’m a realistic optimist. The world sucks, but I will manage to have a decent time anyway.
