bach, and diet fresca...quiet night....tomorrow promises to be a hectic day...month end and other joys...but feel good tonight....but i'm in the midst of a dry spell as far as wit, or inventiveness as what to write, but i keep pounding the keys even when the well is dry, hoping that something will emerge....like a phoenix arising from the ashes of a burned out mind, but i'm afraid that the only thing that will rise is something from the asses......just the same old s___. ( sorry i'm repairing the pun alerts system)...........