First things first: for the questions, in the order they are presented. 1) I suppose I have so much faith in you because you haven't once let that faith down. You really are one of the few. 2) I don't know why I keep making you smile. I just keep trying. 3) Circumstance is why you're not home with us, but you'll be there soon. We're willing to wait for that. 1) I think Jesus was going to go to 'heaven' anyway. That all depends on your definition of heaven, hell, and your choice of drugs. 2) Everyone thinks it's a good idea to elect Kerry because it's sure as hell a better idea than to re-elect Bush. 3) I'd choose freezing. If I'm frozen to death, there's a possibility that I could come back. With burning, there's just no way. And last, but in no way least... 1) The worst thing that ever happened to me? It used to be a lot of things, but now it's seeing my fiancee, Shannon, cry. That hurts me more than anything else ever could, or did. 2) My big dream for the future? Kids, nice house, good job, just enough money to be comfortable. Not an exuberant life...just a modest one. Oh, and a Pulitzer...does that count? ~.^ 3) My favorite thing that I own? That's a toughie. I actually think my favorite possession is my favorite book, All The King's Men, in hardcover. That, and my anime collection. Tough call between the two. ~.^ Today I had to leave the dorm. It was a scary thought...the room I had lived in for two years was empty. The window was open when I left...every time I'd open the door the wind would blow through the room furiously. When I was done packing, the only thing left to take with me was the cactus that I'd been growing for almost a year-and-a-half. I opened the door and realized I had forgot it, and was motioning to get it, when Shannon said: "We should leave it there...it's like a 412 York thing. What do you think?" I stood there and paused, with the wind blowing around me, cool and serene, but fast and violent at the same time. It reminded me of what my two years at school have been like. Cool and serene, fast and violent. It was definitely a scene out of one of those indy films, like the kind they set to no music, just the silence of reverie. Or, it was one of those scenes that they set to the sappiest music possible, and even the thick synthesized keyboard or the exuberant orchestra playing behind you does something to give the scene power. "Sure," I said. "That sounds like a good idea." Then we left. We afterwards hoped that the cactus would find a good owner, or that the janitors wouldn't throw it out.