I'm boring and in desperate need of a mental hospital. Preferably with a cell next to a) Eddie Gluskin or b) Michael Myers. And I know for a fact that I am going to hell. I already have a flat I'm looking at. Real nice, 2 bedrooms, 1 1/2 baths, big kitchen connected to the dining room, even bigger living room, with a perfect view of the Fields of Punishment, where I already have a job application pending. And wow, I took way too long describing that.