It's Wednesday on this yellow blog, and all my inspirations are flowing in another direction. Northeast, if it matters. Life walked up to me the other day and poked me in the eye. It asked me to surrender all of my time. To its credit, I was given a choice: either do that, or join a spiritual commune and move to a compound in Texas by week's end. As soon as they let us use pens or keyboards, I promise I'll write. The Leader says we'll have better food when our alien saviour makes his return. Well, they're serving a fresh bowl of fruit punch, so I'd better let you go. On second thought, I think I'll skip the drink and give my time to life. [BTW, all I'm trying to say is that I'm very busy with other things right now.]