Got my head out of the sand somehow and faced reality last week. Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is that idiot? I have gone through at least 7 cycles of ups and downs since we last met, and I'm kinda worn out. Enough analyzing. I have to ride the bull and get back to life. Once again. New day, new joke. Gotta laugh way more. So, why is 6 afraid of seven? Because 7 ate 9.