We've only had a close view of the beginning of what may be the end of us.

Good: I had a dream last night in which I was James Bond.

Bad: I was the Roger Moore James Bond.

I suppose this could be my subconscious telling me I'm not as muy macho as I'd like to believe which is a crazy idea.

Now, if you'll excuse me I have to crawl into my pajamas, mix up a pitcher of Apple Martinis and lose myself in a Bridget Jones Marathon on Lifetime.