A desolate post from a desolate place.

Madison, Wisconsin. Like my brain is drier than normal.

                     Some folks are talking about rattle snakes and I'm reaching for my flask. Coke has a bit more to offer with a splash of Jack. And Georgey is advocating Creationism in science class. Heh, heh, heh. Creationism in art class maybe.

                    The sting of depression keeps me tense and tough. Perhaps I'll get a break and it will spill out in my slouching. We'll find out Sunday and see if the future will consist of 35 days of medical research.

                    I'm not depressed, mind you, but things are hanging over my head and I have the greatest things in existence. Things bubble up and a pop of concern bursts in my brain sometimes: If this is great, and oh it is, well... what?