 Paula, was I starving yesterday? I got to get some food, brother. I was dying. And she went downstairs, and she gets me this. Why am I telling you this story? How is this remotely related to anything? Whatever. So I'm at the RNC, and she gets me this salad. And Paula's so good, she has this grilled chicken sandwich. She realized this salad thing ain't going to work for me, that I need some actual food. So she's like, you eat the grilled chicken sandwich. I'm going to eat this out. And all of a sudden, I see this breaking news.