ho ha hum drum. i am reading a book about a poor chap in a rather rum spot. like so much literature it makes me thirsty. luckily there is a potential volatility spike in my celebratory inclination on the horizon so i should remain thirsty for an acceptably short period. i have some sympathy for a cigarette butt in the process of being extinuighed by a fire phobic in hob nailed books. shake it up baby now, c'mon work it on out.