I think I've been bugged, but not the whole world is watching. This is a sight for private eyes with sad, cryptic mumbling. I've got more tabs than a notebook, but surely she won't look because there is nothing to find. She tells me to worry, I tell her to hurry and clean up the mess that's not mine. All of the doctors will diagnose this, it's only a matter of timing. A.P.S. in your chest. The gears of your heart have been grinding.