2004-02-24���9:02 p.m.

I am at a total loss for words. Even if I had the words it wouldent matter. You probably wont read them. If you did read them they wouldent change anything anyway. So I give you the words of Emily Dickinson...

The heart asks for pleasure first

and then, excuse from the pain

and then, those little anodynes

that deaden suffering

and then, to go to sleep

and then, if it should be

the will of its inquisitor

the liberty to die.