Death is not worse pain than an empty life. -- Lun Tha

Strange, that. I've got my magic feet and can walk on ricepaper without leaving a trail. Which appeals to those of you who watched the original Kung-Fu series decades ago.

It's not quite three in the a.m. Scooter woke up again. Sigh. I guess the past two nights were an aberration, not a transformation.

And I'm coming down with a ripping cold, which reeks because I'm supposed to go see my family in a week and two days. And colds for me last for weeks.

Okay, I'll quit griping. If I'm invisible, maybe I'm inaudible? I should be, before three in the morning...

Shhhh....

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