Janice Beaton ruined my life. I used to be quite content going about my business, occasionally running into cheeses in the usual places: a hamburger. Perhaps a sandwich. But now! After tasting so many delicious cheeses I find myself pondering which cheese I'll discover next! A rare Gouda from a mountain village in portugal? Maybe a creamy Chevre from France? I am a man consumed. Every moment spent without cheese is a moment wasted. So, Janice Beaton, I must say, I'd be better off if you'd never come into my life but since you have, I'll see you tomorrow.