You know I have my faults. I'm lazy, I procrastante, and I'm pretty much of a spoiled and selfish brat sometimes, but I could always say that I was a good person. I always considered myself one of the good guys. Someone with a reasonable amount integrity and compassion who always looked out for the other guy no matter what. Now I'm not so sure. I've reached a point right now where a decision has to be made, and in the process of making that decision I've streatched the line seperating the good guys from the bad guys so far that if it breaks it's going to send me into total chaos.
I guess it's time to really think of all the possible outcomes...(ewww! my head hurts already!)