i'm excited and i'm blagh. i am OUT of it. and i am constantly returning. i'm always tired, and I do have lots of cofee in my neural network. i am trying and i am failing and i am winning. did i mention i was lazy? because i am. I have great hope. I am a spleenfull of disappointment because of my ever recurring hope. I am working on compassion but don't fully understand it. I know we are all large glowing orbs of God's work, and sometimes I still don't like my neighbors, and I don't trust the guys who ask me for a light, don't like my husband. It is right and meet that I should be this way, yes?