My day has not exactly been normal. 'Course, it wasn't normal the moment I turned on crap TV and started talking to my cat, but that's just the loneliness interfering once again. No, what isn't normal, is coming face-to-face with pudgy men in black suits who accuse you of stealing alien hardware, drag you into their car, throw a bag over your head, and drive you to their private government facility where a fat man holds an interrogation, believing you're one of E.T's best friends. And to top it off? I came home to a gorgeous guy lounging on my couch, stuffing his face with potato chips, attempting to tell me he's from another world, and claiming my home as his own, "temporarily". But I mean, come on. Who's to say what's normal anyways?