It's like there's this excitement inside, but a deadness at the same time. I'm like the box of donuts hiding downstairs in the little kitchen's cabinets, and the box of veggie links that we eat for breakfast every morning. Slowly diminishing. We had 3 boxes and now we're down to 1. It's only been 3 days. A box a day. There's 12 donuts in a box, where do they all go? 3 or 4 of us eat them for breakfast every morning, and then maybe we snatch bits and peices like little sneaky mice throughout the day for a snack... Why does my life at the moment seem to be a great comparison to an unhealthy box of donuts slowly becoming non-existant? I would much rather be compared to a blossoming flower in the Spring, slowly, but surely bringing beauty to the planet. Prospering in more ways than one rather than degenerating in quantity and quality. Guess I'll have to wait till Spring.