You know you have a problem when...
My phone chirped at me that I had some voicemail on my way to work today. Last evening I actually went home after work for a bike ride and some working out.

ANYWAY, I remembered a minute ago and used the lab phone to retrieve them. I had 6 messages. SIX!!!

They were:

Judy
Pat
JT
Paul
Brad
An unknown caller whose entire message was just an utterance of the F-bomb. It was probably JT.

I immediately thought, Pete, you are ditching your friends. I am very scared of losing my old familiar grip on life. On the other hand, my not being around to answer the phone really has nothing to do with my newfound happiness. SIX messages. Jeez. Tonight is dedicated to zombies, so I'm at least in battle stance against this foe. Also, JT has already pledged his effort in making sure I "keep it real". However here is a public declaration. If you ever see Pete doing anything buster-ish or falling back from my responsibilities as the one true Pete, just slap me up side the head and make sure I represent.