Lost

Pleased to meet you. I'm sad. I lost my file. THE famous file. The one I mention here.

So now I have to start everything over. It's all right off the top of my head, like a bad cut. I feel about as graceful as a three-legged moose. There worked it in.

My stock is down. I feel just the slighted pang of panic in the deepest regions of my gut. That's where it will stay though, because I saw "Batman Begins," and I'm not afraid of bats anymore.

Well, not the flying rodent. I DO still fear the bats that you use for hitting baseballs. They scare me.