Totally exhausted, I come here to try to write something worth reading. Nothing resides inside my head except, "Damn, I'm glad to be off work for the next two days." Nuff said. Hey, the way I figure it, if you want great, inspirational writing, better head out to Barnes and Noble, cause it just aint happenin' here folks. At least not tonight, anyway. My bones are tired, my brain is mushy, and my spirit is weary. Nuthin' that a couple of "brain-dead days" won't cure. I think I'm gonna head to the sheets now. Let the "cure" begin. Peace.