I'm not. And this is a rad song. "Time's rollin' forward/ I'm getting bored/ Layin' on my back/ I'm losin' track / Shifting patterns/ And nothin' matters/ 'cause there's no one here/ And I've lost my fear/ Well, I've got no place left to hide/ I'm running out of time/ Moving slowly/ The walls are closing, in on me/ I cannot see/ Appearing fine, well../ That's all a lie/ 'cause I am not alright-/ Extinct inside/ I'm runnin' out of time/ My mother says I'm fine/ A teenage suicide." Unwritten Law rules. All. Nothing's new. Work is work. Figured I'd stop ranting about suicide and Andy long enough to write a public entry. Health evaluations blow; I'm ready to shoot my mother. Or myself. Not sure which [onebulletinthisgunnotsureifitsforyouorme]. Well. That's about it. And then phone calls with Ryan in which I hang up & pick up.. and he's still there. Unfortunately, I've gotta let the poor kid sleep. Nyh. I have problems. Don't we all? "It's days like these, that make me feel/ like I want to bleed through my heart again/ It's days like these, that make me feel/ like I might as well be on my own again"