 I'm just as bad as I always was. Is that what you're saying? I'm just as neurotic and cuckoo as I always am? Pretty much, yeah. It wasn't the caffeine that was doing that. Because I'm wondering if all my peeps at Cumberland Farms are thinking something happened to me. I've been there every single day at the same time. We all know each other. The one manager who we have the straw joke about the hidden straws behind the cash register, he must be thinking, oh, God.