I fear change.
P.S., if I ever appear to have a weird psychotic break and start e-mailing death threats (which I first typed as "death pets" and then "death threads") to people and posting here about my passionate, carnal love of gophers, it will be because some hacker has shadowed my password entry and gone wild with my e-mail and journal.
Yes, thanks, I *am* at the height of my paranoia. Plus, I'm too freaked out to think of any creative expression for my rage. Variations of "fuck" are all I can utter. I think I should have worked "uncle-fuckers" in there somewhere.