It’s Day 22 of the shutdown, and Better Moody Actual is reporting from home—silk cap on, last Michelada in hand, kitchen turned fallout shelter. The government’s closed, but somehow the direct deposits keep coming, and no one can explain why. Maybe DFAS hit Pay All. Maybe bureaucracy just refused to die. From fluorescent office memories to midnight fridge philosophy, this episode asks the only question that still matters: where did the money come from, and who’s still running the lights?

Dark humor, soft chaos, and the kind of calm only found in a bunker with Wi-Fi and Better Moody:).