What's your lucky number?
I just realized that this phase of this start-up (and the way it makes my eyes look) is what prompted that producer (a great guy, nothing against him) for the Jane show (my very bad TV talk show in the early '90s) to give me the little blue pills.
They were intended to help me sleep or to reduce anxiety, I think, during this same pre-launch phase of that start-up.
I didn't take them, even though I pretended I would. I envisioned the pages of a calendar flipping forward super-imposed on the image of his hand pushing the pills into mine and then fading into a shot of me in a bed at the Betty Ford Clinic and was too scared.