I really have no more leisure time. "Why?" you ask. (So kind of you to inquire.) I bought a house in 1995 and there are so many things I still need to do. Of course, this does not stop me from going on vacation. It doesn't matter than I got laid off, I'm still busy.

I periodically write strange things. There's the poem Love Guppy that my friends seem to enjoy. Once (what? only once?) in a silly mood, a friend, who was bored at work, wanted me to tell her a story. So, A Bedtime Story was created. I haven't lost stream of conscienceness lately (strange, considering all the medication I'm taking), so no more stories.

In the month of October I disappear from both Real Life and the Imaginary One I prefer living. It's not because I'm hiding, but I should. The spooks have kidnapped me and GYRO's 3D Fear Factory has reared the grotesque appendage it calls a head.

Mostly, I enjoy scuba diving. I LOVE SCUBA DIVING.

Relaxed and comfy? Good. Now get out!