I made a bug list of all the things that knaw at me and keep me awake. They take over the page and run around the lines, little Napoleans pretending domination. I grimace and force them to attention, despite their grumblings. On paper they aren't so menacing. They are words representing things that once were, but are no more; or things that will be fixed with times patient hand. Still they reside under my skin and create ulcers on my tenderness. So I keep track to keep perspective. Listed and de-magnified they have no power over me. Friendly freedom as the tyrants await my orders.