I'm a cynic and a pessimist by nature. The glass is always somewhat empty when I look at it, no matter how full it may be. Because of that, I never had a problem agreeing with the old saying that you can have 'too much of a good thing'.

It just makes sense: even your favorite food or your favorite song or your favorite movie can become boring and meaningless and tasteless, given enough time and enough repetition. After all, rarity and scarcity are what makes things special, right? It always seemed logical to me.

Well, as it turns out, I was wrong!

Ever since Deb's anal awakening, marked by...