IT'S a little after midnight. i find myself in front of the computer, trying to get into my email. the borrowed connection is extremely slow today; i move to a different spot in the room and it's relatively faster.

i'm killing a can of busch beer; the last one in the fridge. i'm thirsty for something, and that was the one thing that i could find that was cold. it's not even that cold, but it'll have to do.

i have come to the conclusion that i am writing for naught. i have but a handful of people that pass through here. some of them i cannot even stand. others? well, they don't even deem it worth their salt to make their presence known. how did i come to this conclusion? the last thing that i posted had a challenge: think of a name for the collaboration that jd and i are thinking of. nobody even commented.

*sigh*

the contest is over. sorry folks. The Pad will be hitting his site at least twice a week beginning january 2006. we're also changing the focus and no longer starting off on my call center days, but possibly at the airport for it's takeoff point.

thanks a bunch, peeps. i feel the love.

bleagh.