Weary.

All through this crazy day at work I had ideas, plans, thoughts of what I was going to write, but now I can't think of anything. I was going to talk about Shrub and his dad Papi and how they created a massive disaster in Iraq, and how Bush must hate America because of all they horrible things he's done to it, and considering how intensively he spies on Americans how he must have thought the only problem with Stalin was is that he wasn't a capitalist. But it's all a blur, and only all I want to do is sleep. Two yes two songs of the day to make up for yesterdays none. Mink Lungs "Think of Me," and Sinkcharmer "Rubber Legs." Enjoy.