For those of you who've actually been reading my journal entries during BTG's absence (I know...I miss her too), you may have noticed that the nature of my little rants has recently become somewhat somber. Ugly even. I would like to state for the record that this is NOT my fault. You may be thinking to yourself that SickBoy has been forgetting to take his Prozac or eat his Wheaties, but this most assuredly is not the case. The Wheaties flow forth like a river and the Prozac is plentiful.

Apparently what's happening is......although she is unaware of the reactions to her actions, our dear Bathtubgirls playing hopscotch through the fabric of time is throwing things dangerously askew. We've all seen the movies, watched the Sci-Fi channel, read an Asimov book, or heard the propaganda about the "Ripples in the Pond" theory that applies to time travel, and as bad luck would have it, these theories appear to be accurate. Unbeknownst to her, BTG is messing everything up.

The effects of her little sojourn have been subtle thus far, but the damage is certainly done, nonetheless. For example; as I stated earlier, the normally chipper and upbeat Sickweed has become irrational in his thoughts and actions, and irritable with those unlucky enough to cross his path. This is not right. My once jovial smile has been replaced with a sneer.

I've done a little research and noticed a few other things seriously amiss due to BTG's actions. "Like what?" you ask. Well, things like dogs and cats living together in harmony. Unseasonably cold temperatures for the normally mild month of January. American trucks outselling their Japanese competition. Young women driving Volvos. Boy bands selling records. A mini-Bush in the White House. A Fresno State quarterback winning the Super Bowl in a landslide victory. (How the hell did THAT happen?) An extra ten minutes for each episode of "Friends". Plumbers tightening their belts to hide their ass cracks. Decent mid-western folks entertaining notions of leaving the sanctity of home to live in tainted and twisted California. A west coast without power, and Jimmy Stewart STILL not back from the dead to show us the way. What the hell is going on here?!!

I'm diligently working on finding a way to contact BTG to point out her folly, but to no avail thusfar. I hope she returns before all hell breaks loose. If she's gone too long, I fear the whole world will break out into total chaos.

If you should happen to see BTG, tell her it's time to go home. The Goddess Diana is doing what she can to keep things in line, but I fear her powers are waning. Let's keep our fingers crossed.

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