I cant be sure that this state of mind is not of my own design. I have nothing to rant about, and nothing to rave about. But I feel the need to make an entry enyway. All my life I have always felt as if something was missing. There has always been an empty spot in me that I have never quite filled up. But as I reach a point in my life I wonder. Are the things that I have longed for and needed for so long actually worth it? It is almost an echo of what my good friend Jillie told me once: Love is great and all, but not needed to survive. I mean, living without for so long kind of makes me wonder if going for something is worth it. Not just love, but excitement, money, etc... Wow, I guess I did have a rant after all. What are the odds. -Jack B. Nimble