As the last person on earth that rollerblades--let come the Nebraska-massive bruising!

[These brackets are to contain an existence-altering sort of banter, wherein a distracted prelude to an extreme alteration of a thusfar skewed-spectacled awareness of life in general will at longlast be made available to you, the masses.]

My right hand is cold; my left hand isn't. I hope I'm not dying. (Probably i'm not.)

Faretheewell folk,
-Talthea (10/2/06)