[mburbank]

Time is my main problem.

But I'll tell you what, and this is odd. Since September 11'th unbelievable wierdness has been so thick and fast I'm suffering from sensory overload. Not only reality based material, but even fiction seems to bog down under the weight of all this stimulus.

There's too much damn grist in the mill, the mill is clogged to shit.

That and there's just so much really great pron on the net, writing seems like a waste of time for a while, and then I'm too tired to write. Then writing seems lik a waste of time, and then I'm too tired again.

Are you with me here?