It's Bbbbbbbbbbbbback!

My filter is back from the shop. It's been cleaned out and repaired and re-inserted into my brain. How do I know this? Because earlier this week when someone was telling me off in that super special bishop-kind-of-a-way that he uses, I didn't tell him to go to hell like I would have last week. After he finished I did slam my door and burst into tears but thankfully I stayed calm until I was in a safe place.