I feel like I need to have serious talks with every dimension of my life. I'm too scared to confront my feelings, however -- I'm not even sure what I feel anymore. Except confused.
So yeah. Appreciate your dishwashers, people -- I don't have one. I am one.
I already missed you, and it hurts to know I'm never going to see you again.
Wherever you are, I'm always going to be your Nat-Rock. Remember, our forefathers battled back the snakes for us; there's nothing to be afraid of anymore.
Rest in peace, my friend...I wish I could say goodbye to you.