I have been under a lot of stress lately. Too much to do. You've heard it all before. Wah, wah. Life's tough, grow a pair! Wah, wah. If I told you there was this disease that effected your brain making you think that there was no hope, no end of the rainbow. That despite the reality of your future, despite all the tools you were given, you couldn't seem to make it work and there was no logical reason why you couldn't, you would think I was a science fiction writer with an odd medical fetish. Or perhaps I'm talking about depression, inability to handle stress and fear of change (mostly depression). Anyhow, you've heard it all before. Wah, wah. Nosmo is depressed, call the media! Hear ye, hear ye! Yah. Sorry I haven't written in a while. I'm back though.