Feel...resistance...weakening...
Holy carp, this is hard. I'm at home, alone with Leora's computer. I've even had to go to the Fringe website a few times to help plan my schedule for the rest of the festival. Not reading any of my reviews is becoming increasingly difficult. I will instantly regret reading them - good or bad - but I know they're there. Just sitting there, waiting. Taunting me.
Time to step away from the computer. If it were my computer, I would unplug it and mysteriously misplace the power cord for the rest of the festival. But I doubt that Leora would take kindly to that.