Yeah, OK

I slapped the shit out of Emo Jen and I'm back.

I chose my mood, and I chose poorly, though at the time, it seemed like a good idea. No harm to anyone but me, none of it physical. You don't go to bed angry. And I won't.

Tonight was proof that Flying Pie makes everything better. And breadsticks rule. But I still like my sauce hot (minds out of gutter, all of you).

And even if the shoulder to cry on is out of town, having someone there to listen makes all the difference. You may think no one cares or notices, but you're wrong. You make a difference to me.

Thanks, guys. You know who you are. And I've got your back when you need it.

Sundaes. It's all about the sundaes.