It's hard to just sit down and write sometimes, ya know? So many things to do! I try to think of something profound to share with the world and all that pops in my head are boring every-day thoughts, regarding not the state of the union but the state of my room. Laundry to do, telemarketers that always seem to hunt me down, the Butterfinger  sitting next to my computer, melting as I type (which is depressing, because it was going to be my supper). Not to sound too melodramatic - I did get t...