There is a God.
I found out today he is a bottom.
The anaerobic physicist, that is. Not God. God may or may not be a bottom, but I’m not so interested in him.
I want to sing and dance around with joy, but I’m too exhausted from the relief of it all. Because of course if he’s a bottom then it never would have worked anyway, and I can just forget about the whole thing and move on.
I’m sorry not to be more amusing about the whole thing. I’m just so damned thankful that I can’t think clearly.