Ta-Dah!!!!

I did it. I got to the end. At this moment, Victory stands at 84,233 words, which will change up or down, perhaps considerably after I "fix" the professor character. She is the one probably furthest from my heart emotionally so I intend to get in there and bolster her somehow. Classroom scenes will help, I think, and I have a wealth of material for THAT assignment.

My computer is making an odd whirring noise, which even I as a techo-jackass know cannot be good. Do computers have fan belts? Does it need an oil change? I hate when mechanics scold me.

HAVE YOU HAD THE BENDIX ENDROMETER POINTILATED?

Well, no, I don't think so.

WELL, WHAT DO YOU EXPECT? HAVE YOU NEVER ALTERED THE GASTROGAGE?

Possibly not.

LADY, THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH WE CAN DO, YOU KNOW.

I know. I'm an inferior human.

AND DON'T FORGET IT.

One of these days we consumers, we car drivers, should stand up to these guys. YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M PAYING THE BILL, AREN'T I? JUST FIX IT, FREON BREATH.

My friends and I were talking about having rage parties. Different from raves. We could wear costumes---one of my friends suggested an Edward Scissorhands get-up and I like the sound of it. Jack the Ripper, Chucky, any psychopath will do.
Not that we have issues, but get out the magazine stand.

A bientot
becky