Want lunch.  Don’t want to wait till dinner for Mexican food.  Cranky.  Don’t know what to do. 

Prospect.

Not in the fucking mood.

I’m moody.

A moody writer.

Blog everything.

Put everything out there.

Truth in it all…. Develop a new blogging platform.

How the fuck do I do that?

Not in the mood to run.

Jesus…. What a wreck.

Just want to travel, drink wine in some barely-standing mountain tasting patio in the Alps, or in Burgundy (but I’m fucking sick of Pinot….).