The Best Thing to Happen to Me All Week:
Not the stormtroopers, not the bagpipes, not the Delorean, but when a girl smiled at me as I was wandering through la République populaire d'Alexandrie with a Quiznos sandwich clutched to my chest as if it was the most important thing to me in the world... because it was... and I didn't want it to get cold. Then, I got home and was greeted by a puppy. And then I ate it. The sandwich, not the puppy.
