I never knew I could be so pissed but so relaxed all at once. "Hangman, I'm on to you" Word jump out at me, and I have to write them somewhere, or they go away, and losing yet another thing is not something I'm ready to do. I hate being in the house, but what's my other option?? My mother is watching a Jesus show.....did she take her pills this morning?? "Shower me in a chorus of compliments and verse I don't deserve" Where's the happy endings?? Kid, this isn't time for your ending, you're still in the shitty middle part where adversity sets in and makes you strong. But where's the adversity? It's running late.