
...yes? ...no? ...maybe so?
don't the memories just come flooding back! "...in dark foreboding, languid tones. he fervently stroked her alabaster brow..."
oh, gil! (actually, for the record, i never really cared all that much for gilbert...i fear i just made a few enemies...but in the spirit of the night i got a little carried away)








could take this nifty picture of the mighty men hard at work in their wheely chairs. i resumed my spot on the sofa (where his picture is taken from) and continued to read my pal, ted dekker...you know, in between all the recording, opinion giving, and decision making.