Maybe I will someday... It is easy to get depressed and even easier to wallow around in it. The more you cover yourself in its dank thickness, and it penetrates into your pores the more compfy it becomes. People can come up with more excuses than breaths of air, including myself. At some point you've must grab yourself by the back of your pants and drag your lame hindquarters forward. It may seem like an impossibly heavy task but as you are able to look back and see where you were it makes you wonder how you ever could have gone on like that...