Ok. I'm sitting here, 2:49 am listening to my entire iTunes on shuffle. Normally inspiring as fuck, I'd be cranking out pictures without anything getting in my way. Tonight, nada. Not a damn thing. I feel like work stabbed me in the brain and hit my imagination reserve and I'm leaking it all over my floor, with no hope of mopping up and wringing out what I can salvage and funneling it back into the ol' thinker. ...even now I'm sitting here trying to vent, and I couldn't think of what to write. I'm tapped for now, so belly up to the bar for free pints of Imagine Ale! Until next time, may the wind fill your sails and the ale fill your gut!
