Many of things have come and gone between now and the last time I wrote one of these things. I got a job, and actually wound up quitting the job because of two things. One was because I had nightmares about showing up at work and having body parts ripped out of me, and then other nightmares about making deals with the devil about work. The other reason was my health took a turn for the worse, I lost my voice and apperantly got strep throat. So Figuring they would wind up firing me anyway, or forcing me to work 12hour shifts when I could barely handle 8, I quit. Around this time, also, is when mine and Sam's relationship started to also go