Warning: below this are three posts that started as one post written last night...in one giant, spectacular effulgence of crap. I've chopped them up, so it's only slightly less crappy than last night.

I got so cross-eyed tired last night that I couldn't do anything but stagger off to bed.

This has been a mostly rotten week. Whatever fragments of shining decency there might ever be on this page are in short abundance just now. It's hard to get inspired when I'd really just rather be sleeping or in Tahiti or downstairs doing something other than building. Also, I have a rather serious writing project with a deadline, so, given that there's only so much time I can bear staring at this screen, this thing suffers.

Thought you'd like to know.

Welcome Roland if you're stumbling on in. Go down. Waaaayyyy down.

Thanks friends and send me a little luck on the job front won't you? It's getting scary.

P.S.: the jangly strummy guitar song? It doesn't suck as much as it could! Definitely a couple useable ideas in there to work with. The other idea's holding up quite nicely actually.

Okay good night. Must destroy the encroaching cold. Hmm. Sleep as combat. There's a desperately poor metaphor in there somewhere.