Eleanor: Hello, bartender. One alcohol drink, please. It's my birthday, if you want to give it to me for free. I always say that, but it actually is my birthday. Hmm. Last year on my birthday, I almost died, and then I did a bunch of stuff that was good, but weird. And then I stopped. And now I'm here.
Michael: Sounds like you had a pretty crazy year.
Eleanor: Hm.
Michael: Wanna talk about it?