Well, here I am again, at the end of yet another Monday. I'm in bed, thinking what seems to be out loud, so it keeps me awake. Life... What is the meaning? I'm SO down on myself, and wishing that something, anything would interrupt this madness. Why can't I "get it together"? Why can't I seem to get a focus on one thing, and far exceed even my own expectations, for once? Life just seems to literally rush past is, fooling us into thinking that we have all the time in the world, then realizing at the tiniest moment that a large block of our precious life is now nothing but a memory.