Yeah really. I mean, I'm definitely not paranoid...hold on, what was that? Sorry, thought I heard something. But anyway, like I was saying...oh crap, there's a man, and he's looking in the window producing a knife, and...Sorry, you must excuse me. It was just the reflection of the yard light. But anyway, I've never been paranoid. I'm perfectly stable. I feel a lump. Is that a lump? I have a lump! Oh great, it's cancer. But, where was I? Yeah, I'm fine.