Dear God: Here is my prayer for today. I am grateful for the little things, but I would really like to go away on a long and far away journey, now. I am grateful for the people in my life but since they have seemingly no clue what the hell I am feeling, I want to have that journey begin now. I am grateful for all the blessings you have bestowed upon me but can't you bestow them on me somewhere else, like the Bahamas? And, most of all, I hope that everything that Roger cherishes in this lifetime would just die or break or be sold or just simply disappear from his life. I hope he grows painstakingly ill and becomes bedridden with a crippling disease and that he loses his sanity through some wicked sexually transmitted disease. Amen.