Innate Idiocy or Senility, whichever it is, I'm surrounded by it. Whether it be a function of old age (60 seems to be the tipping point), or of poor genetics (there seem to be a lot of divorces), the results are the same. All I know is that I need a vacation from it all, preferably where the sun is shining and there are pretty girls to ignore me (I need an escape from the idiocy, not reality). Or maybe I just need to update my resume on Monster.com (not that it's going to really help). . . . . . . . . . . And I need a place to find boxes and boxes of Adaptic.