I don't feel good a'tall, and now I have to pack my bag and go to school. "Back to school, back to school, hope I don't look like a fool...I've got my lunch packed up, my shoes tied tight, hope I don't get in a fight OHHH back to school, back to school..." Are those the words? I don't know. But hurrah for Billy Madison. Anyway, if you by any chance have a maic plan to make me feel all un-sick-ish, it'd be greatly appreciated. h yeah, and here's the diagram I made of me throwing cake into Aislinn's locker a little while ago. For some reason, wherever I'd written k , a line didn't show up, sooo...deal. Out: Gretchen