Last night I was doing some work in the house. My wife and daughter were in the same room with me. In the process of working I tripped a breaker that caused the area of the house in which we were all standing to go completely dark. A second after this occurred I turned to go to the breaker box in the garage and immediately yelled, "Henry! He did it again! Go over and give that neighbor of ours what for!". I then realized that I have crossed the delicate boundary between fan and freak. Has anyone else ever reached this type of self-awareness? (Not that there's anything wrong with me :lookaroun)