... because I totally have a vaguely anime-influenced woman peering up at me out of a notebook, all tits and skirts and long trailing hair and silver star around her neck, great dark eyes shining up at me from behind wire-rimmed oval glasses, wanting to know what happens next, and a grimly sarcastic man in a dark trench coat lurking as yet undrawn behind her, radiating a dangerous kind of amusement.
After the night I had at work, maybe it's time to step down the St. John's Wort?
