twelve gallons in an eleven gallon tank. miracle, or lazy department of measurement standards employee? perhaps we will never know.

the familiar, the grey. i've not made up my mind, about many things but about you in particular, though at some level i'm sure i truly already have.

the big things get in the way of the little things.

there have been big things lately. no important things, dig, no interesting things; things neither good nor bad, but simply big.

things will be as they ever were. and perhaps a broken habit will be mended.

here endeth the monthly post.

and a happy arbitrary point in the planet's orbit.

bugrit, millennium hand and shrimp!

like half your mouth got taken out.

when i was young and stupid and an undergraduate, i had nothing of importance to say and all the time in the world to say it.

now i have words of substance because i'm busy and therefore have no time to say them. i might have to do something soon: reprioritize. find out what it means to me.

i'll close with that. barbecue at 1300 saturday at the new place; if you're reading this, you're invited.