Honey in my Gears

I have this recurring nightmare where I've caused a global nuclear apocalypse by pressing the little mystery button on the back of my mobile phone. I am the only survivor and I must face the harsh reality that Cool Ranch Doritos will never EVER get any zestier. It's absolutely terrifying.

No, really? Isn't it a little off-putting to be asked to list your phobias over the internet? Publicly? Let's all list our daily schedules and places we frequent next. Help out your fellow internet predator!