Well, here it goes, the end of the day smash by the butthead crew at RBC Bank. I'm so scared. Maybe Kimber's drill results are bad. Oh no! Maybe gold is a barbarous relic. Maybe my mother never did really love me but only fed and clothed me out of fear of the social stigma it would have created had she not done so. Maybe my father wasn't really my father. Maybe an asteroid is hurling at the earth right now at a million miles per hour. Maybe I have West Nile Virus. I'd better call my broker and sell everything. Then I'd better get tothe emergency room... fast! It's the end, THE END!