Slightly disturbed, overly distributed, pushing 50 and waiting to be pushed back, like it short and direct-minus the superlative fluff, because life is too short and all that stuff drains from your head when you're dead, anyway. I have a short, defined list of likes, and a long, almost vague, list of dis-likes. But I like peanuts. I really, really like peanuts. Just one at a time, though. Never in pairs....