If at 42nd you don't succeed ...

Tea: Mango Strawberry

Music: Nik Kershaw, "Human Racing"

Time: Night.

I had something I wanted to say.

I can't remember it now. It's gone into the ether, the same place my missing emails and postcards go.

My only hope is that the reason my thought's gone is that the postcard I sent today has slipped through the net and will actually reach its recipient. This, of course, would anger the Lords of Bad Communications Karma ... but I can live with that.

Now if I can just think of what I wanted to say here.

Nope.

Nothing.

Oh, well. Watch this. It's better than my fumbling rambles (frambles?) ...