crisis, what crisis?

and so, just to prove me wrong, when i come back home i find i am, indeed, not alone at all.

yes, you've guessed it! it's back...the cute, hairy, unwanted visitor.

he's grown so big that in the event of aforementioned fading, he'll pick up the phone and make sure that friends and family hear about it all in a jiffy.

nothing like a household pest to put things back into perspective.

i go to bed armed with all kinds of weapons of mass destruction.

wish us both luck...