.... big sigh..... I know.. the last few days I really haven't been with it have I... you see... nothing is forever, and life is not a dress rehersal.... I hadn't seen my mate Dave for over a week.... really strange, he loves my beer fridge better than his own. I get a text on my mobile, says Sharon is dead, can you come over... yeah right.. and I bet he expects me to bring the beer as well. No joke... my best mates partner, Sharon.. died of a heart attack... and the rest of the time... he's been here... with me... lost... and drinking my beer. I'll run out soon... and then he'll be fine. We've drunk a lot, I've managed to squeeze out a few shitty images, upset a lovely Lady in the process, with the anger I have as part of the grief... Fabiana... I apologise... and publicly as well... I'm a dork, I know. Ilona... the Lady I dream of... just lost her bestest Aunt... I haven't had the guts or the time to be there for her... so to you too Ilona... a public apology. I really wish bloody Dave would get out of my beer fridge... so I got more money for Poser product. Thanks for your support in times like this... and I hope soon to get some creativity back... just have to deal with life right now. To Sharon.... Lady.... ya bloody dag... you better have that beer fridge stocked when we get there! Miss ya girl! D