I guess tha is quite a title for me. But I find that more and more as time goes on, I say things that ssem to just come out. I am not really sorry either. I feel more and more each day that my world is growing smaller. I have a hard time remember faces from my past and those who once held a place in my heart are fading as does an old time picture. Even those that I thought reallly meant something to me and would never forget. I seem to be retreaating more into myself these days. There is a growing sense of urgency I guess in me to get things done. Not the final stuff, that has been all paid for and completed for sometime now.