But I’m a blogger.  So I’m fucked.  But what if that became part or much of my “lifestyle”, that I wrote by pen and blogged about such life?  Huh—

8 Peanut M&M’s, another glass of water.  And the mood remains.  But that’s an interesting thought, writing ink-to-sheet more, taking pictures, documenting my partial separation from this device and medium social.

Another M&M down.  4 remaining.

Now 3.  And I just want to be lazy.  In no mood to write, or think.  Why do I always have to be doing something, working?  Not now.  Where’s the TV?