I don’t know what the hell’s going on anymore.  Days are just a daze these days, and the nights are truly weird.  Restless.  Inconsistent.  At least this disgusting summer is winding down.

I had a look at a book that was about as close to a “competing” book, the closest I’ve seen to what I’m trying to do.  I was pleased to note that I would (and am) doing everything totally differently.  And better.  It’s not the author’s fault…he has limited perspective.  But I’m feeling a bit better about mine tonight.  Which continues apace.  Or maybe not.  I don’t know that either.  Time is doing such strange things lately.

N.P.: “Ashes to Ashes” – Faith No More