friday_night Q It's after 9 on a Friday night. Obviously I'm silly and sick with boredom. Blather just does not cut it, if you know what I mean. Her cell's batteries must need recharging, and she must not have change for a pay phone. Right? I know mine are charged. It's between winter and summer, and both stars and moon are hidden behind pissing clouds. Sure, I'm not completely wasting the night or being wasted by it. I am working on a poem. Really. Not right now though. Do have nice Saturday mornings. :-) 040521 ... raze the air conditioner stopped shooting ice long enough to tell me it didn't feel like going out. i said, "i'm with you there," but by then it wasn't speaking anymore. 140829 what's it to you? who go blather from