Sorry for this

time flies, people change... actually they grow older.
i was not old once. i was called a child by people who actually meant it in the physical sense, not anymore.
i am no longer a child and must now worry.
i dont want to!!
i hate worrying, makes my heart beat faster than is normal, it makes me think...
i like to think on my own, i dont like things making me think.

i realize that the past 5 sentences including this one all began with an 'i'.
selfish, much?
anyway, i'm sitting here fighting off mosquitoes and miserably losing, it seems they have heard of "strength in numbers"... damn television!

the fact that i am losing is not lost upon these menacing little beasts... once my large and pudgy hand swats my own pudgy leg in futile attempts to make them go away, they avoid the very slow incoming projectile with considerable ease and then make their way to my ears to irritatingly buzz in my ears, taunting me.

im telling u if they could laugh they would be.