Exploding birdshot. Thats what I feel like. Altogether too scattered and ineffective. Unable to concentrate. My hard drive needs to run defrag. I think I'll make it though. Almost there. Come on...come on...(huffing and puffing). It's not all that bad. Those birds are coming down, you mark my words. Big birds they are too...vultures I think. (squints through scope) Yeah...definitely vultures. Ugly pieces of garbage.(Pauses, then growls) Here is one carcass they're not going to pick! (Loads shotgun, then looks up) Check that. (Shades eyes) They're not vultures! They're pterodactyls! No...flying dragons! (Voice becomes frantic.) And they're breathing fire! It's TEST week! (Drops shotgun and runs.) Ahhhhhhh! (Fades into the distance.)

All better now. I wish. Just another scattered piece of the pattern on a crimson sky. Somehow I don't think it helps me. Ok, it was just dumb and pathetic, I admit it. It was kinda fun though. :) It's all about keeping a healthy level of insanity.   ¶ 9:18 AM