I have a sneaking suspicion that reality is taking place somewhere else.

I go to my meeting with the professor I work for, where he tells me I spell badly and I tell him he can check his own voicemail from now on then and he sticks his tongue out at me like a kid.

I try not to be impressed by my ability to reduce this 62 year old tenured faculty member to an 8 year old.

Yet how can I help it?

Verily, I am a comedic genius.