How did that work out for Winston Smith?

When I pulled a few cards for today’s blog post, one of them said, “Describe your worst fear.” And I thought, “Hell no.”

I am not about to put my worst fear on the Internet. That is not information you want anyone else to have. I’ve read 1984. You let people know what your greatest fear is, and you find it waiting for you in Room 101. No, thanks.

Just kidding. My worst fear is being forced to watch Superman cartoons in my jammies while I eat a big bowl of macaroni and cheese. Honest, that’s it. Please don’t make me do that.