Heaving A Sigh, Looking Around For Leaders Of Plucky Resistance Factions

It took a little while, but I've reached that happy situation of waking up and being uncertain as to which city I'm in. According to the skyline, this is Washington (DC) although I can't discount the possibility that I've just been transported into a grim post-apocalyptic future again.

I'm wrapped in a blanket and stealing slices of American cheese from the Canard's fridge. I was going to write a list of seven things I habitually say, but to do so without having been "tagged" would, upon sober reflection, be unutterably pitiful. I am about to return to my home country for the first time in going on two years, and for some reason this is making me uneasy.