okay, jace. your last entry about the tam o' shanter made me squeal. i too was there. though i try not to think about that night too often. i seem to recall translucent cockroaches coming out of the shower faucet when i turned it on. and oh yeah, looking under the mattress for the dead prostitute stinking up the place. ah, the memories.

as for santa clouse. i've heard there are three stages men go through life:
believing in santa
playing santa
looking like santa

i think it would be a kick if we all started believing in satan a little more.