Oh glorious day, this, the day that I have finally finished writing my exciting disquisition into the unlikely metaphysics of Ms. Pac Man. Oh yes, there is metaphysics to be had in Ms. Pac Man. (See above.) It had been hanging over my head for ever, years even, but now I can rejoin the land of the living. I can already feel the fog lifting. I'm a new man, able to make plans, enjoy life, watch the birds go by, or as they did this morning, attack the neighbors cat. (Totally true. Weirdest thing.) I'm laughing again, my friends tell me. Oh yes, they cry out, here comes our Old Josh, back to treat us to funny songs in the back of the car. The horrible Dorian Gray portrait of a man I'd become is turning back into the handsome young man I'm supposed to be. The color's in my cheeks, I had a beer for lunch, and hugged the coffee shop attendant, where at 12:30 I wrote the final sentence. Although now it has to be edited. Fingers crossed mofos!