Hey, don't feel bad. Whenever I hear the demon cats that command me to kill screaming at me I just encircle myself in the basement bathroom with all the holy-water anointed knitted tea coseys I've made to protect me and lie, weeping, in my clown costume onesie until the demons go back under my mother's bed and let me get back to counting and recounting my entire stamp collection. Good xp grind, though.