“You have no room for four blue mushrooms of naiveté.”

J. is playing ZAngband beside me on the couch, a pile of kittens between us. D. is playing his favorite DS game of Yu-Gi-Oh in his computer chair while licking a giant, multicolored, butterfly-shaped lollipop. I am sitting here yawning and bleary-eyed. The shift back to a school-oriented schedule is a bear. I just finished a mockup of a cost-effectiveness analysis for work; apparently it’s something I can do in my sleep. Now I want people to amuse me, but J. says it’s too late to play Magic Online, and hearing about ZAngband stuff isn’t likely to cut it.