Tensions are high. Confusion has set in. A unit of electrical resistance and KD Lang's nephew are bickering over random diseases. A dead horse was beaten repeatedly for almost 24 hours. It's madness already. I try my best to remain calm but any day could be the day. I'm trying to prepare but every time I google "diving into a gold coin pile like Scrooge McDuck" google tells me this isn't possible. But I'm thinking it's just a technique issue. You have to break the surface of the coins with your hands and then it's smooth entry as long as you don't Greg Louganis yourself before you even have a chance to hit the coins. Speaking of HIV, (too soon?) Greg Louganis was HIV positive and bled into a pool once, freaking himself out that he would infect someone. Back then it was even less cool to have HIV and he was probably hiding it along with his sexuality and nobody knew because of his diving prowess and super cool single hoop earring. But anyways, guess who ol' Wikipedia quotes when it comes to potential HIV transmission in a pool? You guessed it. Old man Fauci. Says it ain't possible without open wounds and first prescribing someone a course of Remdesivir. I check email every ten seconds for PR's. I crosscheck my lack of emails with a visit to the Cytodyn PR page. I tell myself it could come at any time and check again just to be sure. I eat a steak. And another. Drink wine. Post this. Fall asleep. Wake up hours before NP's favorite 6am eastern PR time. Check my phone just in case. See all the likes and comment notification emails waiting for me. Realize I've already won because of the friendships we've made. IT WAS INSIDE OF US THE WHOLE TIME! Wake up from that nightmare and check email. See all the likes and comment notifications in email. Feel my ego inflate. <Redacted>. Fall back to sleep instantly. Dream about KD Lang. Wake up confused and check email.