Whatever, I felt like another chapter just to cure this boring day. But Max Vance has taught me that what was once gold cannot always shimmer (quote me on that), and that maybe I can release my creativity in other ways such as decorating a homeless man in tinsel or singing the Albanian national anthem while punching a kitten. There are always different outlets, but this is one story that I loved to write and loved to share with my fellow man. Too bad it couldn't have ended with an epic conclusion, like Ted dying, but that's probably not called for.