My problem I have realized is that I am normal...I am so normal that I have no stories to tell save the stories of others...I remember once finding the definition of anticlimax: The rest of all the acts of Asa, and all his might, and the cities he built, are they not written in the chronicles of the kings of Juda? Nevertheless, in the time of his old age, he was diseased in his feet. 

Alas I have built no cities...but I do have sore feet! My friend gave me hope the other day when he suggested that I was just slightly manic...at last...a condition!