I thought I got over it. Wrong! I should have thought better. Then I thought I did a good job of quashing it. Wrong! I should have thought better. Then I thought I should simply disregard it. Wrong! I should have thought better. It. The very very short story mania. Thus, I finally stopped... thinking. I decided to leave the thinking matter to you, dear readers. There's a team spirit running through this association we have, I and you, and this is your job. I will just keep allowing my hand be dragged by the pen. Or keyboard. Or whatever. I cannot keep from wondering, though, who or what the hell drags the pen. Or keyboard. Or whatever.