I'm reading some journalblog archives of some new found site, and the quote "We are all of us in the gutter, some of us are looking at the stars" is mentioned. I smile, as there is no way I ever think of Oscar Wilde, but of course The Pretenders. Then I have to hear the song, and am too lazy to figure out which CD it's on, and where that CD is, so I open up WinMX, and Google, and begin the search. Once I find it, and it's downloading, I get up to go to the kitchen. Its well after 4 a.m., I shouldn't be up, but I just wasn't getting any real sleep, so here I am. The drunks who have fled the closed bars are filling up the chatrooms, I'm ready for some ice cream, and I stand up. Before I move, I look over toward the bed in my dimly lit room, and see a figure sprawled across the far side of the bed. The pillows and blankets have conspired to fool me into thinking there's an actual person under all that, and I was only able to enjoy that fantasy for all of 2-1/2 seconds. Look 'round the room; life is unkind. We fall but we keep gettin' up; over and over and over and over and over and over......