You can obviously tell that I almost do not care what I post.  The only thing that bothers is my mother. I don't want to embarrass her. I knew to load up as much as I can here a last year, when I first started to off of Facebook and onto my own machine.

Anyways, I was laying down and testing the waters to go to sleep as opposed to continue uploading.  My mind traced back through things, things I have not written anywhere.  It just seems, no matter what, I am on course.

I foresaw my life at various points throughout. Even at early ages. Earlier than I have written. Someone played a game with those emails to my cousin Mark, they were all deleted but one. I was already on the path to this before that particular day that email is about.

It's almost like I cannot change it as all roads whether I try or not, bring me to that same destination. Of course, I am hoping I am wrong and just out to lunch with personal thoughts.