Am I confused. Sort of. Am I always off the point. Sort of. "Sort of" is such a harmless thing to say. Sort of. It's just a filler. Sort of - it doesn't really mean anything. But after certain things, sort of means everything. Like after "I love you" or "You're going to live" or "It's a boy." I am sort of claustrophobic. I must be one of God's exemplary specimens. The living walking talking limit he was planning to have on multiple thought trains in a single head. Good for him. It works, perfectly. Why?.I am so screwed up right now I found a sequence in the patter of star distribution from the Microsoft telescope project. The norther star is a joke. I never learned anything specific from my childhood, never got the point of the whole world deal. Yes, people love to freak out when they find a spider under their mattress, but nobody has ever cared to ask what the spider felt. Don't think its a pretty fun sight watching 5-6 foot giants shrieking their lungs out just because they caught a glimpse of your marvelous legs. The spider male must be so confused, he must simply go mad at the assortment of "shapely, curvy" legs on a single female, forget checking out the whole crowd.