"We have achieved chicken," says iGrrrl, surveying her handiwork (a very nicely roasted chicken).
And what comes dribbling out of my mouth? "And not an egg in sight. I believe we've resolved a paradox."
Can you introspect out loud? --CRwM
moral: you can't cheat fate, especially when you could have just added your comment to the text of the diary.
[t]rolling retards conversation, period.