*humming X-Files theme*

I think I'm being haunted by Warren Zevon. Every time I walk into a store and have that CD case in my pocketbook (which I am wont to do often) the damn alarms go off. It's rather freaky, even though I'm sure there's probably a rational explanation for it that I won't listen to.

On a brighter note, Johnny is fine. Battery light must have been a fluke. Will happily be driving home to Jersey tomorrow.