I have nothing interesting to say. I’m tasteless. I’m tap water. I’ve been working 50 hours a week and should be working 55. I’m getting nine hours of sleep and it's still not enough. There’s nothing I want to do when I get home, but I pile my bones into the dustpan, and walk the dog and roll around on the floor. Words are sticky and stuck to the tips of my fingers. I can only read five pages before I shut out the light. All my energy is devoted to the man. This is is it. I’ve fully given in. I guess growth comes from dissatisfaction.
Anyways, I don’t have anything today. I’m dry and stale. I’ll start working on a season review tomorrow, and thank you again for the Film Room ideas. I think I know what I’m going to do. This space is for you to discuss whatever. Enjoy your Saturday night, just remember the standard commenting rules apply.