Well I'm over it. I'll be fine. No questions asked. No answers given. It is all good again. Dare I say. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Falling rain in a cup. Falling down, I'll bring you up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My stomach hurts. I feel ill for some reason. Maybe it's the Gatorade I had for breakfast. Eww. I feel ill. Figures. One more thing to bug me. Maury's on. He's finding the fathers for the entire generation of speedy sluts. A hoe's a hoe's a hoe. Sort of like a Zebra minus the fashion sense. What can ya do? Not a damn thing. Except sit and wait and breathe and wait. Keep a wooden nickel between your legs. ???? I'll explain later. Done for now.