During a skype date with one of my favorite humans, I was informed I have a stalker. A celebrity type stalker . . . not the creepy type.
I feel like Kevin Bacon.
A stalker . . . you know you're on your way to fame! fortune! world domination! when you have a stalker. Even if that stalker is one of your favorite humans.
But, now I have this insane pressure to do something, anything, worth being stalked for. Oh, fame, you're so fickle.