Hee. Life has some harsh realities. Like having to go to the grocery store when you have a migraine, because there is nothing left in the house with which to make cappuccino. Like running from fireants-coming-out-of-the-walls and psycho-drug-users-looking-for-a-fix-at-3:30-Easter-Sunday-morning, and them catching up with you anyway. But I'm not running now. I've achieved a place within myself where I stand and fight. I'm older and have more insurance.