Ok it's 5:30 AM, still at work, but not tired, Strange. T (My co-worker) told me he has a tumor in his head. He uses a cell phone a lot. I feel bad because I dislike him sooo much. But I'm human and I feel for every live. O' blames agent orange, the gas the US during the Vietnam War. His family is from there. It's possiple, real possiple, O' would bet her 6th figure on it. Sorry, I could help it. You know when people say that bad things happen to good people, T isn't that good of a person.