Sometimes the way you talk, making me feel so guilty, you almost make me believe in the theory of reincarnation, as if in a past life I had been a magazine witch and said all these weird things that no one ever thought of except you. But then I realize that actually, no, just staying current with "Good Housekeeping" and "Reader's Digest" and "Time" doesn't really qualify one for a high degree of magazine mechanicals. So it's just all about you. Obviously.