Spent a portion of the evening with Mr B and Midwest Chick, as the Ogwife and Oglet had abandoned me (temporarily, thankfully) for some school function or another.

It had been that sort of a week, the kind of week when you have to invent new epithets because the old ones have become ragged from overuse; the kind of week when you wanted desperately to remove the spleen of everyone you met and nail it to a board. The kind of week when you have developed a deep and abiding hatred for all things human.

So it was nice to sit and have a conversation with a couple of adults. People whose spleens I did not lust after. People who did not make me regret being alive on earth. Thanks, B and MC, for letting me unwind.