I've put the knives away.

My customer service woes are at an end for today. Only an hour or so ago, I thought I was going to either cry or have a heart attack or begin bleeding from the eyes. But the guy from the gas company finally showed up, so now I can heat a frying pan and bathe my tresses, and all is right with the world. It just goes to show you: there's no sense getting all worked up. Unless it makes people laugh when you tell them about it later.

And even though I was wearing my big XO Space Warrior sweatshirt and fuzzy slippers and had not showered or made-up pretty, he said -- in the course of mentioning that a little Asian makes for a nice mix, "Believe me. You're beautiful." Angel or masher? You be the judge.