Mark, I know, I'm so completely inundated right now that it's even hard to be humorous about the magic underwear. I'm tired. That's really what it comes down to. I'm tired of what some god or another will do to me. I'm tired of trying to think that the opposition will have something in their pocket besides some bizarre faithful belief. I'm just tired. And getting older by the minute. Sure... it takes time... whatever... I feel like I'm going to hate in that time frame because I'm not 26 and to pretend I'm 26 advances nothing. I don't have time for then dicking around for some ultimate conclusion - as I said, I don't care what people think anymore.

We are constantly invited to be who we are. Henry David Thoreau