....you go to an Italian lunch with a friend and eat 3 forkfuls of crab pasta.
....you go to the dentists' and it doesn't matter anymore.
....you go to a revolving sushi bar and eat FOUR pieces while your usual favorites trundle by time and time again...and your dining companions sit there stuffing plate after plate.
...and NONE of it matters anymore.
Then you know you have a monster cyst lurking inside.
Roll on September 15th.