I really don't.

And a side of bacon.

That is all.

'Tis been a while since I posted anything, so I figured I'd snap my silence (with a sickening crack.) I've been writing fervently lately though I didn't get anything done over the summer, aside from work and my volunteer job yelling at kids. Recently, I've been busy writing term papers and the like for my various writing classes. In between, I've been writing a musical and a story about amoral, post-apocalyptic corsairs, among other things.

There's not much else to say. Life goes on and I continue to hang on, fingers clenched in it's fleshy mass.

They say time is an illusion. Lunch time doubly so. Well, this illusion is kickin' the crap out of my productivity. I just don't seem to have the time for any of my creative ventures. Sure I'm able to sit and muse on the pianos in the music building, but I haven't written ANYTHING in so long. None of my ethereal vision has condensed on the loose leafs of my stave paper. Hell, I haven't even written anything since, let me think... a long bear-assed time.
Time.
That bastard.