alright - we have email. i love the ability of tech to keep us in contact with each other, but i hate the fact that it breaks down sometimes - oh, the primanity of it all. anyway, we have email up and running, we are progressing in the war and we lost the gold in hockey - does anyone but me see the signs of the end-times? it's a hard road to how - or is that "row to how?" farming metaphors get me confused - the last time this city monkey was on a farm, he was smacked in the face with millions of flies and smells he would wish on no one. - well, off to the wonderful world of "jazz hands" - pm

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