I moaned about life so much I dragged Derick, Mr Death, into it. Now I’m stuck in a four week "fix me or finish me" adventure. Week three is with Quentin, Mr Answers. This is fifty percent useful, real questions about who I am and what I’m doing with my life, and fifty percent absolute madness. Questions I never wanted to ask, let alone hear the answers to. If I make it through this, maybe I’ll finally start to care about waking up.