So cold, I can see my breath

As much as I'd like to say "it's good to be back," it isn't really.
Everything is exactly as I left it, except...

...except it's not.
At all.

Almost like somebody found that big red "reset" button hidden under my bed, broke the glass shield, and had their dirty, merry way with it.

So, sifting through the wreckage of having abruptly crashed back into reality, I find leftover soba, a no-longer-hilarious pile of dirty socks under my coffee table, and a still broken heater.

Awesome. Happy New Year.




...don't forget to write...