Meh, you give me too much credit.
Tho, if dark is what you want, today as we were walking to Hannah's locker in the morning, a few guys (3) were walking about 10 feet behind us. So, as Mishayla and Hannah are walking together, I get stuck behind them, and can hear the three guys commenting. These... pests, these god, words can't describe them, are probably what set me off to the mood I am now, pissed, yet sad at my incompetence to do what's right and do what I feel out of fear of judgement and rejection. Typical of my sign, but w/ever. Anyway, so as they were commenting, I snapped out of my sleepy daze and awoke, not physically nor mentally, but one of my persona's, one I've never quite got familiar with, kicked in... and basically my urge was to spin around, grab one (any of them) by the throat, squeeze and slam him into the wall, then kick him while he was down. I didn't, of course, "You're a good man, John, you're not a killer... you're a farmer, not a hunter" - Undercover cop to Locke, "The Man from Tallahassee"
but, alas, I'm not gonna come on here and use everyone, just continue on as per-scheduele, I'll try to work this out alone.
Xer0 \^/