Five percent battery left so it's gotta be a real quick one folks. I don't even know why I came, I don't even know what I'm supposed to say, I don't even know if there was a point to any of it to begin with. Having a blog is sort of like having a repetitive-stress fracture, repetitive in the head, that is. Like a bad dream about presenting to a room full of bored-out-of-their-skulls businessmen and then realizing you're nekked, or that you forgot your speech. This, and it's day-in and day-out over and over and everytime you check if someone might've come by for a look-see it makes you think you've got something to prove, something say, and so you stop, wait, look, listen, head on over to post a new post and then when you get there it's like a bad episode of hurry-up-and-go-nowhere. The story of my life. Hurrying up. Going nowhere.