We're alone, no one around, we cry without a sound. The pain is great, the meter's up to 8.
Back to the board we go, vent, share and joke some mo', chatting, pointing the way to good care the meter teeters, is it still there?
The moral of this little tale, is to get in touch and tell somone who cares what is going on, then the meter melts and is gone!
(only wish it were true, but keep trying!)
-- kcmo ro(se) ICQ #131145100 If you can't learn to do something well, learn to enjoy doing it poorly.