I was flying so high until I checked my messages...

You ever have that dream where the bogeyman crawls out from under your bed to get you, and you call the F.I.B. to get him, but when they show up he says "Thank God!" and they take you into custody and Jones stuffs fish heads into your mouth while he's laughing like Santa Claus? No?

Maybe it's just me, then.

No one's forcing me to go, of course. Which means...

Which means that I'm going to have to force myself. Because if I don't, I'll spend the next however-many years running in irrational fear.