"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." - Matt Groening

That's how I'm feeling today, I think......But also, "To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven." - Karen Sunde. That may not make sense to anyone (including myself), but it is what it is. Such is my life.

On a less confusing (and certainly more amusing) note, the article of the day.