Nope. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Diddly squat.
On the fringes of thought, I felt an old idea stir and move, shake the blankets off and sit up. I looked into weblogs in the first place because of this sleeping monster - a book idea that would be co-authored by me and three friends.
I bought a plane ticket yesterday, and in a month I will fly away. I will test the idea that ten days can feel like forever.
Until then, I continue to think of ways to say goodbye to one lifestyle and hello to another. I, of course, have less money today then I did yesterday. Rome burns, my friends. Can you feel the heat?
Meanwhile, over on Scrine, a man named Bob finds himself in line, waiting his turn to enter Hell.