All right. I feel better. "Better" being a relative term. My blood pressure is slowly inching back down. The problem isn't fixed, but I think it's resolved in a "never again" kind of sense. (And thanks for all the get-well wishes, as it were. They meant more than you know.) I want a drink and a bath and a manwhore. Or maybe a Rent-a-Phantom. P.S. Vladimir loves the Lemony Snicket movie.