If you feel really good, then good for you; I’ll leave you alone. I’m sure your wager to have others pay for you beyond your ability to pay for yourself will pay off. Your conscience—beyond the dusty items of defeat or resignation—will be clean.
You’re fine. Don’t worry, be happy. Human Animals are going to take up the slack anyway. So relax.
Make sure you have your papers stamped by the Postal Bureau on time.
…You might turn into a pumpkin and/or be the subject of a psychotic heir in a realm where everyone thinks that’s normal and you’re strange because only one shoe fits.
Just go file your papers and don’t worry about glass slippers. Pop a cork for The Land of the Free.
Don’t worry. Be happy.