Blood From A Stone.

Thanks for your patience.

I haven't written for a while. On any level, on any paper, or any computer. I haven't had an idea, or a plot line, or a narrative. No character breakdowns have wafted past as I've walked the streets, no gags, or expertly crafted jokes.

Not a peep.

I've recently been stunned by how many pictures I have of myself that I'm smoking in.

I've decided that next year I want to ride a motorcycle across a third world country.

I want to go to sleep.

I should drink more water.

I'm not playing enough guitar.

I'm watching too much television.

I've seen some excellent documentaries on television.

Television has made me smarter.

I've got to stop listening to the same albums.

I should cease to smoke in my apartment. They asked me to stop.

I wish I could see my family for Christmas.

I should've gone to see them for Christmas.

I'd like to go to Tasmania.