The feeling you get when (insert supermodel’s name here) gets up off your couch and says that is time for bed, and you realize that (insert same name) means your bed—well…that is the feeling I’ve been having a lot here lately.

It goes back to getting to know Lucy better, getting to see Lucy’s butt, and being hit on by Lucy that encourages me. It reminded me that, though things may suck most heavily at times, some things don’t suck. And then there’s the River Rat.

The store I mean. It isn’t a bad store, mind you, just one that is thoroughly underwhelming. I make little money, and I get no respect. But I do make some money, and I get by without respect anywhere else, why expect it here?

That’s all for tonight. Less later.