I’m still bouncing between emotions. I’m here and there and everywhere and without a drop to drink. I have this feeling of being elite lately that I can’t describe. Not a bad sort of elite, but one that makes things difficult. If life were a bowl of cereal, I (and about one other person) would be the bottom of the bowl. The support? I can’t say for sure what I mean. I can tell you that the Word of Midgetlegs is spreading through the minds of many recently. My hormone overload and my desire to complicate things has me creating situations with people that will probably end with lies and hate, but until the end it should be pretty entertaining for me.

Oh, and I haven't titled any of my entries for quite a while. It's not so much a lazy as it is a lack of creativity. It can't possibly matter *that* much.