There's a little man in my head. He's telling me that I shouldn't give in the the demon booze again. Apparently, he's telling me through a screechy megaphone while tap-dancing. In my head.

Mayfield can be very distracting when it needs to be.

[Those who have talked to Tim may notice that his slight british accent is now entirely gone.]

Well golly gee it sure is a wonderful day today! Sure is better than yesterday, anyway. Everyone was getting all excited about something or other and dag-nabbit if I didn't get caught up in it myself. Boy is my face red!