To write a short story to post, or produce fucking something, but I got a little lost in the thinking stage of my planning. Then I couldn't get my office bullshit to load some of my old shit. Then, I got kind of angry at myself for knowing so little. Now I'm bitching about it to make myself feel better. Now I'm finished but I'm still angry at the president. I mean 5.7 trillion dollars man, that's a big fucking deficit. Where does that kind of money come from? Not the fucking tax-payers, I'll tell you that. They squander all that money and then some. So now I'm finished bullshiting with people I'll never meet and don't care about. Goodnight folks.