Welcome to the rant page... I talk about stuff that pisses me off... Well, it's been two days since I stopped interacting online, in an effort to fix my broken self. I'm stumbling in the dark looking for a way to correct what's wrong, but my diagnostic seems terminal... even now I regret not coming online. I wonder if I'm addicted, as if the daily consumption of interaction through electronic text is slowly making it so I can't function without it... I think of Jefferson Airplane had it right, sure it's not the same but I can make the inference to it, my computer has become my "Plastic Fantastic Lover"... yeah it's really odd to say that, but the last stanza hits the nail home... "Data control and IBM Science is mankind's brother But all I see is drainin' me On my plastic fantastic lover" Regardless, I wonder why I can't just throw it all away and start anew... I used to be able to do that... but something's wrong with me... I'm sure of it... I've changed and I don't know if it's for the best or not... so I only have one avenue to return down since I'm unable to determine my status... and that's to try and revert to the way I was before I started to change... I don't think I'll be able to, and that when the two weeks are finally up, I'll have just drawn away all my anger and frustration... and then stop being a nuisance to those I talk to and those I see in the future... I hope that at the end of this, I was able to fix myself, or at least patch up what I can to keep me going for another year... well, that's the report for the third day of this... only eleven days to go... it's a shame that no one'll read this unless they go into the archives... in which case, thanks for stopping by^^;;; cya. - Tiki Man