Coram's on Highway 98

Okay, like I said before, time will pass. It's a nasty habit of this existance of ours. It is now 4:14 a.m. I went there and wrote in my bouk. The only reason I'm not still there is because my waitress was overly generous with the coffee. On one hand, you'd think that constantly refilling a coffee cup is second best to have your very own pot on the table (that hasn't happened since the old VI days), but on the other hand, caffine has a way of moving ones boules.

So I'm home... and having a great time.

Mungo