...can't live without them. I will never, ever, ever understand women. Whether it be a wife, girlfriend, sister, aunt, mom, grandma or whatever. I'm too stupid and dense to realize that they're hinting of wanting something and whenever I luckily figure out what it was, but there's nothing I can do about it, and they know there's nothing I can do about it, they'll do one of two things. One is, they'll bitch about you not being able to provide for her, or ask what took me so long, or lecture me that I should or shouldn't have done this or that. The bottomline is that they'll bitch about everything you do and that nothing will ever be good enough for them. The other thing they'll do is to act so sad and depressed, letting you hear the whole length of her very, very long sigh, with a couple of sniffs masqueraded as sobs to add to the effect. I'm a sucker for the second one. You can bitch about everything and I couldn't care any less. You can just yell your heart out until you're tired. I can see your lips moving, but all I can hear is "Blah Blah Blah..." Give me the depressed treatment and 60% of the time, you'll get what you want. Why not a hundred percent? Well, I don't have any money 40% of the time. That's why. And if I can't give what my lady wants, it makes me sad because my Chings is sad. I'm sorry I'm poor. P.S. It's Self-Pity Day today. Didn't you get the memo?