Never speak too soon...

So, yeah...that bliss didn't last very long before I was slung into a giant vat of stress and chaos and depression for about two weeks. But it's ok, folks! A great teacher and friend whipped out his trusty tongs and plucked me out, narrowly avoiding a fate of 'Corry Stew.' Others followed suit, drying me off and giving me a blankie and a lollipop and patting me on the head.

I really do take these analogies too far, don't I?