i_move_like_an_old_woman sab were the words that crawled into my head as i rolled out of bed this morning after 4 hours sleep. and the wrecked_angels slumped close and shared warmth they were all too tired to talk but the comfort was there and the silence was easy to bear and the warmth was nice and the company is always welcome. the muses are not so much cruel as eager and they have a to do list [clearly maked SAB at the top] about the length of the equator. 040611 ... minnesota_chris the things we possess end up possessing us 040611 ... sameolme my nickname on the soccer team is grandma, for that very reason. 040611 ... . . 060125 what's it to you? who go blather from