I've come by the house to pick up the menus. It's 6:07 in the morning. I am in a foul mood. I couldn't sleep last night, because I was so restless. There was, and are, many things going through my mind. Time seems to be wasting away. And I'm doing nothing about it. I need to start fighting. Or I'll disappear beneath the waves. And all these dreams will have been for naught. Live or die. I should make up my mind. And stick by decision. Soon.