 I know, right? But I'll have some type of glorious protein when this is all over. When I get done with my shoot, I wind up eating a steak or a pork chop or a whole chicken or something like that. So I'm not telling you I'm starving. Don't feel bad for me. I'm just telling you as a guy who's, you know, seven or eight hours from that victory meal, staring at two barbecued books on my desk. This could be a problem.