Selling out is usually more a matter of buying in. Sell out, and you’re really buying into someone else’s system of values, rules and rewards.

Buttons ... check. Dials ... check. Switches ... check. Little colored lights ... check.

Once it's too late, you appreciate what a miracle life is.

Years from now, when I'm successful and happy, ...and he's in prison... I hope I'm not too mature to gloat.

Since September it's just gotten colder and colder. There's less daylight now, I've noticed too. This can only mean one thing - the sun is going out. In a few more months the Earth will be a dark and lifeless ball of ice. Dad says the sun isn't going out. He says its colder because the earth's orbit is taking us farther from the sun. He says winter will be here soon. Isn't it sad how some people's grip on their lives is so precarious that they'll embrace any preposterous delusion rather than face an occasional bleak truth?

I hate to think that all my current experiences will someday become stories with no point.

Nothing helps a bad mood like spreading it around.