Creeped out.

I meant to write something witty and clever. And I may still do that at some later time. I had a minor adventure today. Very minor, really. A total non-starter of an adventure. It would make a really good essay but not very good news, that sort of thing. So, I was going to write a nifty essay. But it's late. And I'm tired. And I'm freaked out. So, here, without further ado, is the general feeling that such an essay would conclude with: