Possible benefits to this:
1. If I am coming down with some new and unusual disease, perhaps they can name it after me. Jannaitis, maybe. Or Janna-Brillo syndrome. Or Jannakemia. (Anything except Jannarrhea.)
2. Perhaps as I am lingering in the hospital, surviving on a diet of jello and weak chicken broth, someone can convince Mike Mills to come visit me. I can tell him how much I've loved his music, and I can spend my final words trying to make him feel guilty for never answering the only fan letter I ever sent.
3. Hey, it's a welcome distraction from the depressing holiday season.
I feel ok, actually; I just wish I knew why the center of my throat has a big red rash on it, Big dark red splotch, disturbingly noticeable. Looks almost like a hickey, but it isn't.
P.S. Mike Mills turns 54 on December 17th.