Just thought I'd let you know. Had this smokin' essay on illegal immigration ready to see inter-ink when pow. Lost the connection to AOL so that means a bird farted outside my window or some other calamity. And it's gone. Poofed. 45 minutes of pouring out my heart and guts and some spleen even and fer chrissake I even used spellcheck. Damned shame I can't remember a frickin word of something I've written once it's done. And I can't try again because the monsters who come a'close to the fences have arrived with their blaring rap music and it's so fretfully noisy I must retire to a more quiet section of the house.

Need a nap anyway.