Gaslight.

N so all inet geeks were off to immerse in their domestic chores - browsin, that is. It is, as I believe, not a matter of coincidence that they all inhabited the upper deck of the house. And by the way, did I already mention that I send my sincere thanks to my whatever-lucky-something for my blog, that I can have that space of my own, very prive piece of the net. Why do some people think, why are they so deeply rooted in their thingink that they are fabulous and great despite being miserable and nothing to die for mildly speaking?