However, this is the kind of obscure minutia that haunts me:
An unreasonable fear? Maybe.
My condition has been diagnosed as Normaquotaphobia and I believe I’m its only sufferer. There’s a vaccine for it, but the side effect is it makes you think like Jenny McCarthy.
In any event, I try to remain a Big Picture guy. After all, “I am big. It’s the pictures that got small.”
And finally, “Tell Mr. Toothpaste, I’m ready for my Close-Up.”
We now return you to your regularly scheduled life already in progress.