But to keep you up to speed, I'll be doing that presentation on my MASTERDOM in about a week. I'd rather curl up and die, to be honest, but these things are good for you, says my therapist.
The anxiety, however. Hoo-boy. Let's just say that my refrigerator just concussed me and The Hub has taken a liking to this parody that he pretty much wrote himself. Are you familiar with Metric's "Help I'm Alive"?
Now sing along with The Hub:
Help I'm alive,
Just beat me with a hammer!
Hammer's are hard.
My skull is so ten-der!
This simply cannot reflect kindly upon the wife, now, can it?