Life is an ever changing thing. One minute you're on top of the world and the next minute you're clawing yourself out from the bottom of a greased barrel trying to grab on to the closest leg, arm, claw of the highest crab. That's right. I typed exactly what I meant. I done fell off. I haven't fallen way off though. Its more like a temporary side track. I need to get my life and all of that other psuedo reality stuff together. I need to get back on top of the world. I had a taste of the good life and it was sweet. I need it again. I have the skill. I have the tools. WHAT AM I WAITING FOR? I'm out.