 hopefully that's not it because that was supposed to be fine. Yeah. We'll find out. We're all going to die anyways, boys and girls. Let that existentialistic dread creep in one day. What? What's funnier is as this stuff has happened, my existentialistic dread has dropped dramatically, but that could be all the ayahuasca. Oh, okay. Because once you meet God, and you're like, all right, I can see myself hanging out with you. Sure. He's just a giant cat. Okay.