A Quirk of Personality

I'm awaiting a package from across the sea, and as a consequence, I am completely paranoid. So far, I've convinced myself that a)this package contains the AWESOMEST THING EVAR and b)it has been lost, misdirected, fallen off a truck somewhere in Bumrush, Georgia, or been pilfered by nosy neighbors who will recognize its unrivaled greatness and steal it from us, Precious. There is no basis for this persistent thought, but persist it does because that's just how my fevered mine rolls. When the package finally puts in its appearance, the scene will be reminiscent of Frodo and Gollum inside Mount Doom.