 You know what's funny? As soon as I said Bruno Mars, I knew what you were going to say. Really? Gosh, that's sad for you. It's really sad for you. Because I have to live in this head. You don't. That's true. At the end of the night, I'm gone. And whether I show up next week, it's always a choice. I really feel sorry for you, though, if you're starting to think like me.