It's said that a bird never has to doubt the stability of her branch because her trust is in her own wings. I myself, am trying to grow some wings of my own, but I'm kind of mired in place right now. My roommate fondly calls my situation a rut and seems to think he knows how I can climb out of it. The problem with his solution is that he's stone-cold crazy. There is no way in hell I'm going to a sex club.