When the clock struck 12:30, David Letterman came on. My grip on reality started to slip again.

The reception on the TV was very bad. But I felt as if Dave was communicating directly to me.

"Yes Lance, you are the Devil."

Ruth grabbed me by the shirt and screamed. "You are not the Devil, do you understand? Not the Devil!"

We turned back to the TV. Dave was doing his Bookmobile bit. I was starting to calm down when the Bookmobile Librarian showed Dave a book titled "Satan's Cookbook."

Ruth raced downstairs to get me another Pepsi.