Sometimes, like a little evil Hitler – you know, as opposed to a regular Hitler – it sneaks up on you… It’s like death except worse because you are there to experience it. It’s the zikavirus eating away at your brain. It’s self-flagellation without even the illusion of a payoff from a magic wizard in the sky. It’s the weekly tax-season, the rejected credit card, the orange brittle in your chocolate. That’s true: another meeting is coming up.