Someone once compared my will power to that of a heroin addict who really wants heroin. I really wish I could disagree with this, but I can't. Okay, so the person who made the will power comparison was me, but that's really not the point here, now is it? The point is that I loath myself. If you could see my face right now you would be looking at an expression of mock suprise. Why suprise, you may ask. Well, because I'm suprised I'm not in therapy yet. Gah! I should go before I say anything worse about myself. Later.