I have those little demons. The ones that tell me I'm no good, stupid, can't learn anything. Then I have the little demon that says I should go ahead and die. I tend to wage intellectual war with these demons till I get tired and just give in. It doesn't take much for me to get tired anymore.

My new demon is trying to figure out what I am here to do and what I am supposed to do with my life, besides what I am doing. You would think that at age 52 I would have all this figured out by now.