I don't understand some people. Either they are so thick-headed as not to try something, or have done so but cannot feel any compulsion or motivation to press on.

I've recently offered up my Tablet to my brother Helbereth so he can make his deadlines and obligations for several collaborations and projects. He initially refused to use a Tablet a year ago but, having played around with it and acquired GIMP (art software procured online), he has reawakened his ideas and is actually improving in the art department; the mouse just cannot compete since he is used to a pencil in his hand. Holy fucking shit. If I was a better man, I'd hug him for finally seeing the light. Unfortunately, I'm nowhere near inclined to hug anyone.

Daylight Savings Time decided to rear its ugly Christ-forsaken head once more. You will want to murder all the farmers for which it is designed for, after you have been driving around 5:00-6:30 pm EST and, all of the sudden, it is black out and everyone and his brother has his fucking headlights pointed in all different directions, or with their high beams primed. I'm surprised I haven't developed migraines out of this insanity. Has anyone contemplated a mass vehicular accident just to see if you could survive and watch all the fun?

I have three distinct commutes: one in the early afternoon for work; another at 5:15 pm on odd days for college classes (which are starting to sincerely suck), and then 9:00 pm at the earliest, I set out to eat and then 11:00 pm, I'm on my way home--another 20-30 minutes blown there. In all, I blow three hours across about a hundred miles per day. Most of the time, I never see the sun and, if I do, it is during a mundane task when I'm not inclined to look up and smile. It got worse with the lights in the warehouse slowly dimming and a few burning out near the end of the hall--the very spot where I tend to work, of course.

Anyway, once I'm home on any given day, the sheer thought of doing any school work, let alone anything with Flash, feel like doing chores. I don't even remember the last time I did an actual chore. What's the message? What's the incentive? It doesn't help if all your income goes straight to bills and rent--nothing else, period--and you're pretty sure your attitude has put you on the brink of getting fired each and every day. Why I have to experience all this without any sunlight is beyond my comprehension, although it explains why I awoke at 6:00 am today, my internal clock wondering if the sun still rises (or sets).

Worst of all, I have to get a new fucking tablet. Suppose I save my money instead of spending $4 per day on coffees just to survive... do you think I'll shoot myself before I save up the money? I mean, between ten to twenty per week, assuming the cost hasn't gone down any... about four months later and I'm more than likely flat-lining from a bullet through the face. Of course, I'll be halfway to purchasing a new tablet. Maybe I should just rob storefronts instead.

I am in little mood to chat, so don't complain about your inability to reply. You're only lucky I won't slap you upside the head in case you leave one I disapprove of. Now I got to go watch my computer update its software... I'll catch you sometime later when you're not paying attention. Don't believe anything the Hussein Administration tells you. Fuck... don't believe ANYTHING ANYONE TELLS YOU.