life callings, those opportunities that knock on doors? wish i had windows on those doors, or at least a peephole, i'm going on heresay, other people say i should be expecting company, but i'm not so sure. is it really the mailman, or a candygram, like they say? maybe it's a long lost friend, or a brand new one? but i'm still up, and it's late, does that mean i'm answering the door? or contemplating it further? i like what i've heard, it sounds pleasant enough. others have been there, and they seem to like it. so there goes life, rapping on my chamber door.