Progress on anything worthwhile just seems so slow. Never time, always an excuse. It's a hateful thing to be a consumer and not a producer. One of these days I'm going to disappear off the planet and few will notice, fewer remember. Either that or I'm finally going to stop sitting on the sidelines and actually do something. Yeah alright alright I'm depressed I admit it. I'll get over it, we all will one of these days, death is really a final solution to that. Now don't pretend to be shocked....it's not that bad is it?