Planning is not a good thing. Like, you can draft the best strategy, map the best routes and exits and whatnots, plan A, then plan B, you can even go as far as planning a whole alphabet of contingencies. But in the end, its your plan. I mean other peeps got theirs and chances are these little plans will end up sabotaging each other, paths will collide – their plan As to your plan B – plans getting destroyed and so on and so forth.

Nonetheless, planning gives you a sense of direction. There is a sense of purpose that could get you by. You know?

I sound like I am trying to convince myself. Eh?

Well.

Anyway, by July let’s see. If the stars would align and by sheer force of fate, I’d have the necessary resources to fill up the war chest. I’d definitely do it, even if I die in the process. (wink)