dad, i had a dream last night..and it made me scared of you! i dreamt that you and i were joking around and you were jokinly going to cut off my finger, but you expected me to pull it away before you sliced it off with a butcher knife...well i didn't realize what you were doing and you cut off the top third of my right ring finger. Not only that, but you wouldn't take me to the hospital to have it sewn back on...so it healed over (rather quickly) and there was still a bit of bone sticking out the top. pretty sick. don't do that to me ok....in the workds of Gilda Radner, "Don't ok"

thanks!

all is well...only 3 days left here then it's back to London to see Pook! Can't wait!