a little tea, the strains of "The Art of Fugue Vol.1" echo thru the room,the cats are all sleeping, the roses are all snug in their beds for a long winters nap, it's spitting a little snow, checked to make sure that the snowblower runs, i'm way too old a troll to shovel that white____ anymore. election day is right around the corner, it would be nice to actually have a choice, but all that's running is a bunch of billy/nanny goats, i look at the ballot and all i can think of is "LUNCH!!!!!!!!!". it would be nice to have at least some emotion either positive or negitive about it but i see them all between two slices of bread, and plain old white bread at that.