Still recovering from all of the major blows that have been killing me lately. Sometimes life really, really tries hard to make you want to throw your hands up in the air, drive to the Golden Gate Bridge and become a statistic.
In some ways, I suppose I already am a statistic.
But never mind. I have personal assets that few others have, and I will make my mark. I am confident enough, I suppose, to not jump just yet. Not if I can help it, anyway.