Confessionals =-= Don't worry though, my first confessional wont be too much of a shocker. )) I'm just testing the waters... I'm bipolar and I ruined my life while I was cruising a bipolar high. Now I'm stuck in Kazakhstan with no real plan of escape. Not that I really want to escape, I'm quite comfortably numb here. T he fact that Astana people are naturally cold and reserved helps a lot; however, the huge, gaping abyss of a language barrier that I'm faced with here is my true reason for slowly turning into a recluse. I guess this might be my attempt at re-establishing contact with the outside world. We'll see what transpires ) Whoever reads this, thank you for taking the time.