I am not really getting through to myself very well. I have a whole plate full of things I want to do with my life and I just can't seem to work up an appetite. Pardon the mixed metaphor but that's what life's like sometimes, a mixed metaphor of half-truths and meaningless meanings. I wish to overcome that one day. To bad I've lost my genie in a bottle of cheap wine. I cried. Does that mean anything? We'll see. I've cried before. I remember it somewhat. And look where that has gotten me today: two pennies shy of a broken piggy bank. The days will continue to pile up like my dirty laundry and the errors will continue to pile up like the laundry that is indeed in need of air. Pardon the mixed metaphor.