The hoardes are knocking at my door, demanding I take my few words and multiply them to feed the masses, extend the cup of textual nectar I have for my own personal use to quench the intellectual palates of those who let me know when there is nothing on offer. I seek not confirmation, praise nor participation - although it's allowed. The only feedback I got from one of the better posts, in my opinion that is (please see July archives- Monday, July 19, 2004) was that it was perverse.

I managed to dislocate my jaw this weekend. I went to the hospital this morning and am off to the GP in 5 minutes. I'll let you all know what the outcome is.