The key to a happy life is to have accomplishments to be proud of and purpose to look forward to, and at the moment I had both. How wonderful it was to be me.

The mind picks some very bad times to take a walk doesn't it?

I don't know if you have noticed this, but it is quite possible for two human beings to have a conversation in which one or both parties involved has absolutely no idea what they're talking about.

I really am guilty, of many somethings, all of them lethal and very enjoyable and technically not quite legal.

And what did you do last night, Dexter? Oh, I played with my dolls while a friend chopped up my sister.

I looked around the store and what I saw was not very encouraging. There were rows and rows of violent toys...aisle after aisle of training devices for recreational slaughter. No wonder our world was such a mean and violent place...if we teach children that killing is fun, can we really be surprised if now and then someone is smart enough to learn?

Nothing else loves me, or ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that is not a thing to love.