I never thought I'd be happy to say this.

But thanks to Marius, and Ms. Braddock, and with no thanks to the individual responsible - I can look down at my hands and see them as they're supposed to be. One the way nature made it, and one the way I made it. A more philosophical man would think there's something deep and wise there.

Me, however? I am going to go sleep like the dead for a few hours.

Hell of a Spring Break.