I was hoping that this week was a representation of the play. Alas, it was not.
I was prepared to wax poetic about the injustices suffered by being surrounded by those with off the chart IQs. Instead I learned that ignorance is truly bliss. Next life I will return ignorant. The synapses that I have wasted attempting to be politically correct have been painful. Nay, excruciating. Charlie, I understand now.
If I have to repeat a week like this one ever again, then friends, I need to make reservations for a padded cell.
Thank the heavens the weekend is a few hours away. Any longer and I would not have made it.