Just an ordinary day. In other words, I should count my blessings. I remember when a normal day would comprise me becoming an angel and then becoming the Antichrist, being damned and then being saved, laughed at by angels both good and evil, and of course it wouldn't be complete without being tortured in some way by Rosanna Arquette. It gets freaking tiring, man. "Adventure? Excitement? A Jedi craves not these things." [Yoda] No explosions in the visions of my mind, and I am only me. I have my work. I have my peace.... Don't be too hurried to rush into that which is unusual and stimulating, because Hell has (I think) been often mistaken for Heaven. And Heaven (I think) has all too often been mistaken for an ordinary day in an ordinary life.
me?!