i think she's finally getting tired of referring to herself in third person. it's so...i dunno, uppity. if she could just quiet the insolent mutiny in her head for a few short minutes...if she could just soothe the vainglorious longings of one erica and stop up the self-effacing truths of the other...how much time could she save out of the day? a lot. might i be overbold and suggest that erica need not save anymore time. that's all she's got. boredom breeds bedlam. and with that quaint little alliteration i bid both erica and you a good night.