I almost forgot that we had a session on the Fourth of July. This is Kira, and--OH NO! I gave her a man face! She doesn't have a man face, it was an accident! And please don't try to psychoanalyze me, sometimes a man face is just a man face. There's nothing subliminal there, I swear. Listen, all I have to do is snap my fingers, and I'm ready for love, for 36 hours. So just forget that man face stuff. Besides, Alyssa wrote me again today. So there! I wasn't going to open it, but I couldn't resist the subject line: "Hi, orange spoon". I mean, how could you not want to find out what comes after that? So she says, "Hello to you! Have you ever wished to have more intense final?" This girl can read my mind! We are so simpatico! I have often wished to have more intense final! Well, I won't go into the details of how my wish is granted, but the bottom line is, she promises me a "huge explosion"! Good old Alyssa--I had no idea that's what women wanted! So if I combined these two remedies, I could be ready for 36 hours to have a huge explosion! I could be a walking time bomb! Just think--you could be standing in line at the 7-11 waiting to pay for your Superman Returns Slurpee, and standing right behind you could be a potential huge explosion! Okay, wait. You readers out there who are in Homeland Security, we're not talking about real explosives here, okay? You don't want to know what we're talking about, but it's not explosives. Nobody's going to die from this. They're just going to become very very inconvenienced. Okay? So just stand down. Go back to level orange or whatever. So anyway, I hope I've put this man face issue to rest.