papers for research litter my bed. I'm here with a blank word document, trying to procure words from that inner pool of bullshit I use as supply for things like this feature. they're not coming. they'd better.

bed is screaming in my ear and I know better than to head in that direction.

500 words, I tell myself. 500 words and I can crawl back into bed for a bit. I'll have earned it.

We'll see what happens.

Really, I'd just rather write in here and bitch for awhile, then check it for comments (not that anyone reads this anyway).

Nonetheless! Ok, actually, I think I've tapped that inner fountain of cultural waste. Thanks, blog.

Away I go.