Its bizarre, I've been sleeping, but not sleeping... and I think its doing my head in.

Its a month and a half (not even) before I head off to the middle of nowhere, for reasons that I'm truly not exactly sure of myself. I mean, I know why, its more why am I doing it? Am I exercising my God-given entitlement to absolute stupidity again?

Work's daily grind is still getting me down, my reclaimed copy of CS2 is damaged via the disk, and I can't be bothered sorting it all out. Maybe when I feel the urge to make something of it I'll fork out the money - but until then I'll just sit and do nothing, which is pretty much my base state.

I could rant here, but that's pointless - a rant needs to be heard or its jsut a waste of breath... not that most of what is ranted about and spoken isn't a complete waste of time.

Wheee, election season is upon me - I may start putting up a few more politically contentious pieces... or not - once again, refer to effort.

Ok, enough guff - if you've read this far, congratulations, you're a masochist!

Enjoy the crap I masquerade as art.

Pax!