ack! ack! ack!

well, da big letter o'doom is sent. hoooooo boy, do i ever have the anxiety sired by uncertainty.

it's like i explained to my father, when he questioned why i have the ol' sweaty palm thang going on...it's the same sort of anxiety that i would have if i were to stumble onto someone who broke into my home and was threatening SWMBA. yeah, i'd definitely kill him with the fourth bullet and make the body disappear, but that doesn't mean i wouldn't still feel a little trepidation beforehand.

Ye Gads! i long for friday evening's martini something fierce!