 Somehow, it doesn't seem so bad now. I mean, I think I can live with this thing. Live with it tomorrow. Go to bed tonight. In a little while. I got to think. I got to start rearranging my life. Do you have a pencil and paper? Not in a little while. Now. It's my house. I make up the bedtime. Oscar, please. I have to be alone for a few minutes. I've got to get organized. Go on. You go to bed. I'll clean up.