My lack of inspiration has lasted longer than I expected. I thought I could just fill up a few days with some old junk from my notebooks and then get back with the swing of things, but it's just not happening. Things are dirt dull in my life right now. Not to mention the fact of that miserable accounting test I have hanging over my head. So now what, more old notebook crap? There's plenty to chose from. I've got 21 volumes of notebooks in a milk crate under my bed. An awe-inspiring 4,000-5,000 pages of idiocy to select from. But, frankly, I'd rather lick the floor than root through that glop.