Well hell, I was out mowing the lawn, then weed-eating and now my damned arms won't work right. Bbc, could I have a pint of Guinness and a straw, please. Maybe a shot of b-12 on the side. Mutter, mutter...at least I can still type! (Yeah, it's a little scary, but it'll pass.)

Neil, if Death came now I'd be really upset that I didn't get a chance to clean the house up first, and that I'd miss a lot of music and fun and friends. I suppose I could get to a point where none of that mattered anymore, but I suspect I'll still feel the same way when I'm old and miserable. "No, wait dammit - one more tune!!!"