Oh me too. So much so, my back up Insanity Insight™ plan is just me, out in the wilderness at 3am on a Thursday, Evanescence bleeding from my green iPod nano whilst I live tweet the progression of my latest cuppa working it's way through my insides. LinkedIn blocked me decades ago.
I'll keep your secret if you keep my completely unrelated duffel bag of old man flesh and torn tailored suit, equipped with blood stained shirt and red bow tie, for an indefinite period of time. (Additional request; wear gloves. Disinfect everything).
But anyway. I blew them against the grain of the wind. Swallowed most. Plucking a couple off my eyeliner. Will Royal Mail you any survivors.