Time: 12:39am Music: Help, the Beatles Reading: Lucky Man, Michael J Fox TV--off Other Stats: supremely tired. I just got home from work not too long ago so I'm hideously tired and to be completely honest, I really just want to go and read some more of my book and eat some Doritos. Instead I came home, checked my e-mail, and did a search for new stuff on Abbott and found My Blog listed on Google. Yikes! I figured I should update this with something more...profound than clicking adam's apples or whatever the heck makes that sound. It's interesting because you know what? It's hard to find things to write about. I have the urge, the motivation and the time. I sit down here every day and go.... Ummm...... and then my mind goes blank. I stare at the cursor doing it's little "screw you" dance and understand why writers often feel there is nothing so frightening as a blank page. I forget who said that, but they were right. It's easy to want to write, it's hard to know what to say. Where do ideas come from anyway? Hmmm... That is an issue to explore another time... when I don't need to get up to go back to work in a mere six hours. Sorry the few of you who might be checking back with me every once in a while... you'll just have to wait until tomorrow.