I think it's official, Hell has indeed frozen over.
Do you know how I know?
Well, it's not because the voices in my head have stopped telling me to shave the cat, and it's not because all the deer flies suddenly turned to ash in a great "whoosh" of insecticidal conflagration, and its not even because my walls have stopped bleeding (finally!).
It is, rather, because: I ironed today.
An aside: All the other things happened too, but only after I ironed.
Oh, hey, Darkness? You big ol' red swaggering sulfurous sweat hog? You'll just have to put on some clothes until this passes.
I promise, it won't happen again.