LUXURY!
I had to get up in the morning, at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down the mill and pay the millowner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our dad would kill us and dance about on our graves, singing Hallelujah!
If you push something hard enough, it will fall over. Fudd's First Law of Opposition
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