Stop the Presses.

You know, I have three posts in draft mode refecting on the last month. Why can't I bring myself to finish them? I have plenty to talk about and get overly excited about the most nonsensical things. You would think this would lead to plenty of content; sadly this isn't so. But why not? Mahokey can write everyday and that guy hates everything except his wife and son, bicycles, and Morrissey. Yet everyday he churns out at least three paragraphs along with pictures. Jealous. If blogger had a "thought to blog" app. we'd all be in trouble. The ridiculous stuff that floats in and out of my head would blow your mind.