Why do you keep subjecting yourself to this? I know you are. You sit there and read this stuff... waiting for me to say something entertaining or intelligent. Well, it's not going to happen. So just stop. Please. It's a waste of your time and it's giving me nightmares.

Yeah, that's right, nightmares.

Well, I suppose if you refuse to go away, I'll tell you what's been going on. I haven't done any writing. None for my story, none for my Twain-ian essay (if I even do it), none in my journal. And website work? Don't make me laugh... this is the most I've managed to accomplish.

Of course, I haven't been entirely unproductive. I have been busy doing many things with needle and thread and cloth. And cleaning. Lots and lots of cleaning. See, Dan's folks are up on Friday, with Bill. It's nice to have everything ready to go early. And at this rate, it just might be.

Aside from that, it's just standard stuff. Lack of confidence in my writing - though I did manage to get Steven mad at me. And then, just general anxiety about a life with a seeming lack of direction. Ah, I'm going to run away screaming.

But first... I'd kinda like to know why. That is, why did you sit here and read all of this. If you feel the need to tell me, go right ahead. Maybe I'll be the recipient of some pleasant ego-stroking. Or perhaps, you'll just bash me into next month. Whatever...