So, it’s been a few days, and one thing I can tell you is that my parents are into my action like nobody’s beeswax. They are all over my sweet white potato-shaped personhood. Seriously. I let out a wail, and they jump. It’s awesome. But I still can’t order Domino’s. Soon, my friends. Soon. And then we’ll be awash in Cheesy Garlic Bread. I wonder where that desire comes from? Come to think of it, I could use a Sierra Nevada.