It has been a few years since I have kept a journal; I'm not sure why. There have been days I would rather not keep on record, but last night I had a dream--or rather, a revelation--that is urging me to spill my soul here. First I must apologize to all the families and innocent people I have hurt by my actions. Second, I must apologize to myself for the holes I have no doubt eaten in my brain. And finally I must apologize to the Lord, the Greatest of all Conceivable Beings, for the grim and evil nature of my crimes. This is not to say that I have not done things right. In fact, I am decisively clever and terribly shrewd. I have done questionable things, but my methods have exhibited such genious that their sheer beauty overshaddows the guilt of my sins.