Dark Days

Again - havoc, despair! My social retardation is roaring along at an all-time high. To make matters worse, today a Girl Scout came to my door and I chased her away with a folding chair. She was so frightened that she dropped the cookies and never returned for payment. I'll eat the cookies, of course, but will I enjoy them? My Magic 8 Ball says "SIGNS POINT TO YES."

UPDATE: Lest you think I teeter at the brink of unholy chaos, I rush to assure you that all is well. I just broke into Fat Old Molly's tantalus and helped myself to a generous dose of "gin." Doing fine now, and all that.