this is my last entry. i've liked having a public diary, but i've also hated it. more hate than love, i think. but i will leave one final quote for good measure: 'Love makes the world go round' Is a phrase that Romanticists sing — An intangible substance made up of woo, That is loosed at the advent of spring. A love, not of grace, but of passion and fancy, Which fires earth's engines within. If such simple love keeps this little ball rollin' Then Whose makes the universe spin?" (from the comic strip B.C.)