So Thanks for the request for a new page whomever you are. Glad you liked the rambling. All I have on my mind right now are Lions, Tigers, and Jedi Knights. Quite the conglomerate, yet it has a sort of ring to it. Speaking of ring, it's quite "early" and quite chilly and some tea would be lovely. But I am currently frozen in the time and space where you make the decision to emerge from the cocoon of warmth you created over night into the nippy brightness of the new day. The only thing luring me out is said tea and some cereal. Lions, Tigers, Jedi Knights and Cereal. Check. I am beginning to understand, more and more every day, my own ridiculosity (is that a word?). This is preposterous. I have read a few of these, although I don't any longer, and many of them are journal entries and I would prefer my mental inter workings stay free of my daily trivialities. I have a twitter and don't need two. Do you all have twitter? I have no idea where that question was going seeing as you can't really respond or anything. This is not a twitter, or a blog, or a journal, so I should quit treating it as a combination of the three. There is no interaction, other than requests, but even those are coated in anonymity. This is just one page per day, as the clever title suggests. So is this where you have solitude, and only vaguely know that others are sharing it with you? (Again, the questions. I can't help it.) I mean, if I thought I was writing for only me, I would never do it. I only write when for even the shortest moment I think someone else would get something out of it. Whether it be a laugh with me, a laugh at me, a second thought or whatever. When such is the case, I find it worth it. Otherwise, I am content just rummaging through my brain folds on my own time, leaving what I find to be forgotten and eventually rediscovered in a similar way. Why is that then, that I can write for others, and attempt to make it worth something to someone, anyone, yet with all the thoughts and scenarios that boil over in my head, I don't even bother to capture them, but rather just let them spill out onto the cutting room floor? That was a long question. I'm sorry about that. I will be back with more. I feel my last page was far better. But then again, it was 2 am. Nothing good happens after 2 am. I mean if you are doing something, by all means continue, but please don't set out on any adventures after that time. Onward and upward.