Still a space left! It's driving me absolutely nuts. So, I had to come back and write some more. Problem is, I have nothing to say. Sure I could just throw down something--anything--but, God, I'd bore myself to death. Yet I have no choice but to keep writing if I ever want the page to look right. So... how's the weather? And did you see the way she left the house today? And as always he cut the grass way too short. You know I don't really care, live and let live, I always say, but did you hear that child of theirs the other day? Snot-nosed little brat. Sorry, dear, gotta go check on my meatloaf. You know we don't have time like some people to stand around and chit-chat all day. Oh, and watch for the dog-poo on the lawn. Disgusting I say.