I periodically stuff all those loose (unnamed uncatalogued) papers on my desk into a folder that I forget to write a name or date on and have a pile of these bulging nightmares in every corner. I trip over them as I reel down the path. That is why Im scatterbrained, there are untagged bits of it lying around everywhere. I'd even lose my name if Stan didn't have it recorded for me.. smile but my desk is clean <br><br>oh one good report... I don't have a sticking sphincter valve<br><br>..

but where will we be when the future comes?