Parallel Universe

How is it that in one day, I can take a beautiful drive up the Hudson with Anna and Tim, be pleasantly surprised that everyone liked dinner, listen to five different versions of the same joke from five different girls and laugh at them all, tuck them all in to bed happy that they're ready for school in the morning...

and then watch this movie and this tv skit and feel like the "real" world is some sort of parallel universe to the one I'm living in?

Why is all of this ok, and when is it all going to be over?

Counting the days. Thanks for voting...er, reading.
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