> You just _have_ to give us their phone numbers so that we can invite
> them to sit at the table next to us at dba some night when you are
> planning to show up...

Oh, they'll be there.  They're always around, lurking in the shadows,
waiting to pounce on me.  My only escape is wandering near a candy store, or
walking through the bedding section of Bed, Bath & Beyond.

On a "healthier" note, I have to go to a baseball game tonight.  Yippee.
Thousands of screaming dorks, expensive crappy hot dogs.  What a night.
And, since I'm in the bleachers, there's no beer to drown my sorrows in.

Damn, what did I do to deserve this torture?

-Jon