me=out of control see... i can't ever do just a little bit. i've got to grab the whole mess and do it all at once. there's just no middle ground for me. y'know? then i gotta figure in the "omg!-that-was-so-good-i-want-more. NOW!" factor. and then, it's not as good, because what i really wanted was something even better, so i do even more of it. then my brain gets whacked and i start doing stupid stupid things to prevent the inevitable downtime and it just never seems to end. poopy shoes! :& and guess what? it's always there. just behind my brain. waiting for me slip.