i read this poem a while ago. it made me feel pretty good: Way High Above the 50th Floor by Robert McEvily Last Thursday Mr. E Who may or may not be me Carried a card table and two beach chairs To the 50th floor. When noon came He, Mr. E Centered the table In the space between the six pairs of elevator doors Which open to the core Of the 50th floor. He arranged the chairs on opposite sides of the table Laid a checkered tablecloth of red and white And set up two wine glasses and two paper plates And lit a tea light And placed it in a small glass cup And filled each wine glass with 2% milk And topped each plate with something great: A big chocolate chip cookie. He sat and waited Belatedly nervous. At 12:40 The elevator doors (The ones behind him to the right) Opened And out stepped a young woman in a gray dress Who wore glasses and looked perplexed. She circled the table Then stopped and looked at E Mr. E And the milk and cookies and empty chair On the 50th floor. No one else had done so. No one else had done so! "Looks good," she said. "May I join you?" With glee Mr. E Smiled and nodded. And lions roared and happiness soared Way high above the 50th floor. it comes from opiummagazine.com they have loads of good poetry, humour and art. literary humour for the deliriously captivated. ***** on another note, i have made a major, potentially entirely life-changing decision. i want to have a ferret. i have spoken to my mother, and so far she says NO. but ferrets are sweet and cute and cuddly and affectionate. my mother mainly says no because we have a cat and our landlady doesn't really want animals in the house. so i can wait until we move in a few years. i'm serious about the ferret. i want one and my life shall forever be incomplete unless i have a ferret. DAMMIT! ***** by the way, the header picture is not of MY ferret, as my evil evil evil mother won't let me have one yet. but it is pretty cute. so there. later. : P