Yup. Here it is. We've all suffered through what seems like months of unbelievable BS to reach...what? A moment in time so mundane, so unremarkable, so completely devoid of meaning or importance as to defy description or analyis. A non-event of excruciating tinyness. The ne plus ultra of nonsequiters, the nadir of concupiscient nostrafarianism, the belly-button lint of all holidays and special occasions.

June 8th, 2003.

A day that will live in ennui.

A full stop following two sets of quotation marks with absolutely nothing between them.

A spiritual gulf within a moral vacuum within an intellectual void, descending down a bottomless staircase which lacks even a handrail.

Gotta love it.

Happy Birthday, ya flippin' Ohio-mired hoser!

(And STOP eating the dog kibble when nobody's looking fer Chrissake! I know it tastes good, but, GEEZ! Give them poor hounds a break.)

p.s. Shatner loves you!

- LH