I’m tired.  And frustrated.  And existentially bored.  Depressed.  Resentful.  Vengeful.  Jaded.  Cynical. And hot.  Jesus, why does it have to be so hot?

Anyway, I’m writing a ton.  Doubt I’m going to make the first deadline for the book.  In need of management.  Guidance.  Therapy.  There are oh so many issues, dear reader.

First things first: I need sleep.  I’ve only been getting a couple hours each night this week.  It’s starting to show.  So into the arms of Hypnos and the Oneiroi I hopefully go.

N.P.: “Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 3” – Pink Floyd