I ponder of many, many things. There are endless sentiments to which I could conclude and entertain. I bought a book of poetry, featuring many artists; however I am not sure I enjoy most of them. I am quite picky when it comes to such, but perhaps I need to dig a little deeper in the array of poets that I have yet to discover. I am leaving for a vacation to Newport Beach, California, a wonderful place to inhabit for some time in a beach house. I am very pale, so I may burn more than I would like, reminiscent to a few years ago. Nonetheless, my socialization shall suffer and it will not be fun, but I will keep myself busy in the ocean and a no