YOU SPORADICALLY ASK ME TO AUTHENTICATE WHEN I AM MOST COMFORTABLE ON MY COUCH. I MEAN, MY KEYCHAIN AUTHENTICATOR IS UPSTAIRS, AND MY CELLPHONE IS ALL THE WAY OVER THERE ON THE COFFEE TABLE. WHY. IT’S ME, I SWEAR, IT’S ME. CAN’T WE JUST TALK ABOUT THIS? I KNOW MY PSYCHO-EX CONSTANTLY TRIES TO SCREW OVER MY ACCOUNT, AND I LOVE YOU FOR PROTECTING IT, BUT PLEASE, LET’S WORK SOMETHING OUT.