I bought some ice cream. If the Rapture comes, don't disturb me. I'll be in ice cream heaven. I'm menstruating -- so that's as close as I'm going to get to the Real Thing. No filthy girl stuff in God's Man Cave... er... Cloud.
New measure of competence: "It's not like you put a bullet in bin Laden, but I'm proud of you anyway." :)
Current mood: thirsty.