Boring.

I wish I had more of an entry to offer you, but I don't; there's little happening in my life right now worth writing about. It's times like these when I wish I had some sort of program to generate Scott-like entries for this blog. I could turn on the Blogotron 3000, or whatever it'd be called, and let it do the entries while lie curled up in a fetal position whimpering to myself.

Day to day existence is so tiresome.