and

that evil "it" is at it again. that explains everything. I'll leave it at that; I've written on it elsewhere.


And finally; look, things are what they are and I call them as they see them. What I write is not all nice; life isn't always nice. What more can I say? I'm very .....I was horribly ripped apart last night and devastated by ..............I just was put through a hell and torture that continued til this morning. I'm grateful for its end. You can't really expect me to be nice and cheerful while this is happening, and it reflects in what I write. It is what it is.