I am on the right track, but I cannot yet see it. This will slowly drive you insane if you let it, but then I am much too intelligent to let that happen. So here I sit once again buried in the bowels of Houston wondering how much more humid it could actually get. Importance must be placed on “now”, and as I have already come to the conclusion that I will never be satisfied with my location and living conditions, this should come fairly easy. I am on the right track I can feel it, and if there is no track than at least I am moving towards something.
May 3, 2002