So I keep writing.

There is a very small lawyer here to likes to pop his head in ever so often and start discussing random, sometimes inappropriate, sometimes benign, topics. He lisps a little and counts everything off on his thumbs. Today he came by, popped his head in and said in a very serious tone: "Apparently that cubicle down the hall is sprouting gnomes."

"huh?" I said, pulled away from my work.

"That woman--with all the plants growing everywhere--she's growing trolls and a village and everything."He sounded very concerned. His eyes were wide--almost fearful.

I nodded, not surprised.

"Soooo weird. Maybe I should get a little gnome mountain for my office."

"Uh," I inform him "it's actuallya waterfall."

"Oh. Well perhaps I can get a train set then."

Yeah, I think to myself, cause that's where the logical progression was going.

"Hey," he adds, "I went to the chiropractor last night."

"Oh yeah?" I say, trying not to look as disinterested as I felt.

"Yeah...it's soo nice....I mean it's like a....hmmm......I don't really know how to explain it...."

"like a release of tension?"

"No," he says, letting his thumb hang there as if it might sprout the answer in front of him, "More like a shot of nitrate."