I don't like regret, it's a nasty little emotion that creeps up on you when you least expect it. (Deep breath) I don't know about the things I've done in my life. I'm always secretly afraid that someone I know may blow my innocent cover. I worry because deep down inside I know I can't trust anyone I know. (Pitiful isn't it?) Everyone I know always has something to gain from me. I don't know. All I know is holding no regret allows me to survive. I am rearranging and cleaning my room tonight. (Applause) It took me long enough to get up the energy. My room hasn't been cleaned since, well months ago. Shameful, I know. But I've never bragged about being a clean freak or even clean. Laziness is a disease that takes time to recover from. I am slowly learning this fact. I still haven't found the Black Moth's little, glued corpse. I'm beginning to wonder if I, in some disllusional state, dreamt the whole thing up. Than again, I'm sure I'll find it when I least expect it. Probably sometime down the road I'll roll out of bed and hear the cracking of little moth bones. (If they even have bones?) I don't know, but things only happen to me when I don't think about them. I'm in a weird mood tonight. Hopped up on cucumbers, no doubt. They're my 'new drug.' Aww. DRUGS. Where do I begin? How do I count the ways? Well at least I've laid off the alcohol. No more alcoholic episodes for me thanks. I guess it helps that I can't really afford to buy a pint here and a pint there. I'm presently running out of funds. Which in some cases is a very good thing. Maybe? Well I think I'll end this for now with a simple 'see ya later alligator' or a nice 'after while dude.' (Sneeze) "I got five on it...?" D.F.N.