When I fold clean laundoctor into piles to take upstairs and put away, I always make a pile of Neils clothes and a pile of mine and a pile of linen and towels. There was some resistance, and some casualties occured on both sides when one of them regrouped through winamp, but in the end the caerydd prevailed. I took on my step-father one night, a few years back, when he'd had too much to drink and hadn't taken his meds in god knows how long. But now I am glad to back at the Archbold away from Archbold... Life is empty, I feel nothing but lonliness, and I'm do a wonderful job alienating people who at least pretend to care and did make me feel better. I worked hard them over the years and that rose bush was getting really big and she just had to go cut it down. Id like to think that Im one of those stoic people who never needs to change or reinvent themselves, but what is man but a reflection of his surroundings? Just a few questions I'd thought I'd ask to figure who the people are that are reading this.