(Figures it would be you!)

Sorry. Self-control? Nonexistent.
Good taste? I don't know, ask my hamster. She mistook me for food once. (In her defense, I ate cinnamon cookies and hadn't washed my hands before picking her up.)

I'm trying to think of something brilliant to say now, but I think I've had it for the night.

Wandering off humming "Crown of Summer" and occasionally walking through invisible gates into worlds I have known before...