I had things to say last night, but Geocities had a password hiccup that silenced my flow of thought. Which, by the time I tried to log on, was rather banked up. Now this morning here I am and I don't think I have used my vocal cords this morning yet. The things I need to talk about include web browsers, babyboomers, client bases, compassion, learning, hand holding. Often I find myself wishing I was good with words. To be able to write my thoughts down in essay for would surely add weight to them if only for myself. Getting my ducks in a grownup line. I am going to revamp the look of my pages. Add groovey interactive buttons. Not going over the top, but an update'd be a good idea don't you think? been a long time the same way. Some new content wouldn't go amiss either huh? --------

I have had such a nice weekend. Freya was so generous with her time. And so lovely in it. And Melbourne is a wonderful city, I want more of it. Damian was fun and has cool hair. Pat and Chris are still weird and hang out in Supermarkets (they really should seek help) and Megs is happy and meglike and lovely to see again and is so good to not press the rollercoaster issue because she knows they make me cry. --------

all my bags are packed (actually, not yet) i'm ready to go i'm standing here outside your door (well, lying in bed really) i hate to wake you up to say goodbye but the dawn is breaking (it will be, 4 am is ungodly) it's early morn the taxi's waiting and he's blowing his horn already i'm so lonesome i could die so kiss me and smile for me tell me that you'll wait for me hold me like you'll never let me go cos i'm leaving on a jet plane (747 400) don't know when i'll be back again (monday, 5pm) oh babe, i hate to go (looking forward to it really) --------