Yesterday I was chilling at the table after the move madness of the day and my dad was saying something about “war wounds” because he got a blood blister at some point during the furniture shifting. So I raised my glass and shouted “IT WAS A GLORIOUS BATTLE” in a husky Klingon voice and everyone kinda stared at me for a moment.

I swear I was so tired and burned out and giddy that, had I actually known one, I would have burst into a Klingon ballad at that moment.