it's one of those mornings where i felt like i didn't even want to crawl out of bed. i only had a couple of hours of sleep last night, and i think i'm kind of a trainwreck, at this point. i probably look the part. i've opted, once again, to forgo coffee, this morning. it's the day before payday, so it was more of a funding issue, i'd say.

so…we have a lack of sleep, a lack of coffee, and a lack of money. doing pretty damn good, this morning, if i don't say so, m'self.

this weekend i'll be sitting in front of the computer, working on a top-secret project that should see the light of day sometime next week. at least a teaser, anyway.

have you ever had an incredible amount of things on your mind, but no way to really express them? yeah…join the club.

why can't my dsl be hooked up, oh…now? i tell ya what, that sure would be nice.

one source of happiness: liberty meadows. every day. in color. can't beat that with a stick.

i wish i would have burned some things i was working on, and photoshop, onto a cd to bring to work. that way i could occupy myself in these dead moments of nothingness. nope…instead, i'm alone with my thoughts that are really conspiring to beat me down, at every turn. it's what one would call a "giant pain in the ass." some one get me a lobotomy…stat!

"stat!" being one of those things they yell on hospital shows. it makes me think that it's just their way of saying "quick, you fuckin' goon!" except they were able to shorten it to one little syllable, that way they can just bark it out. "stat! stat!"

god that could get really fuckin' annoying.

after driving through tennessee on the way to atlanta, recently, and then up to chicago, this past weekend, i've noticed an alarming trend:

the names of fireworks stores. i mean…you've got nervous charlie, krazy kaplan, and sad sam. now…these just aren't very happy sounding names. they imply worry, sorrow, and even mental illness. these just aren't things that make me think "fireworks!" actually..they're not very inviting names for any kind of consumer activities. who wants to buy a coke from someone named krazy kaplan? and what the fuck is charlie so nervous about, anyway? another alarming thing about this: two of those places (sad sam and nervous charlie) advertised the selling of alcohol on the premises, as well. well…let's see…sam got drunk and blew his hand off with a couple of m-90s…guess we figured out why the hell he's so damn sad, huh?

i'm pulling material from emails that i've written….the barrel is damn close to empty, people.