While I am eternally set in what I want to do, I still can't get rid of that awful buzzing of inconsistancy bugging around my thoughts. My inconsistancy to every thing I set my mind on, is a failing gene of mine, much like a lone, cracked tile, among a fresh sheet of new floor. Learning to be more and more hedonistic in my mindset, I've decided to work my inconsistancy out in my writing to learn to bare with it; for it will probably be a costant factor to my successes and failures. Thus the consistancy of my inconsistancies will always play out as obvious as I would like them to.