It was 8 P.M. Thought I was hungry. Hopped into the Mitsubishi and drove to old reliable Whataburger on 290 and Jones. Reminisced about good times had there so many years ago. Ordered the #4 with a Diet Coke. Translation: Chicken sandwich on wheat, fries, and a drink. Ate up while I drove home. Yum yum. Decided to be lame again and not go out. Went to bed around 11 P.M. Said goodnight to Chew Chew and faded out. Time passed. Woke up suddenly at 1:10 A.M. Mind spinning. Brain racing. Had new voice in head. Voice said: ”Get your ass up! Sucka!” My response: ”No, wait! Hold on!” Voice replied: ”Shut your yap and get moving!” Ran to the hallway bathroom after finding a t-shirt. Assumed the position. Ralph appeared, right on schedule. Voice said: ”See? I told you! Now do it some more, just to be sure.” Ugh! 2001 had been a bad year with all of the near death experiences provided by Best Western Fort Washington’s Indian Restaurant. Thought I was going to make it through 2002 without an incident. Wrong. Very wrong. Sipping water now. Hoping it’s over. Praying. Bracing for unwanted return visit to porcelain alter. New Voice in Head seems to have left. Wondering if I should do some 409’ing before roommates return. Nah.