Any time I can't quite work up the gall to go somewhere or do something alone, I ask myself if Peter Joshua or Roger Thornhill would go there or do that. Though that's usually enough to push me out of bed, I still resist. I'm stuck. So, I ask myself how they'd go there or do that. Answer: with class and patience. In the time it's taken me to process this, I've already gone to the closet and put on a nice shirt and clumsily slipped into my best shoes. It's a ridiculous thing to admit, really.