February 11th, 2006

Brad @ Burning Man


I'm not feeling especially witty, profound, original, or insightful tonight. I've just spent the better part of an hour staring at the screen, going through my bookmarks, skimming the news, and the fact of the matter is that I can't think of anything I feel like writing that I haven't done to death already.

I blame the weather. Even with the furnace cranked up and an electric space heater behind me, I just can't convince myself that I feel warm when I can feel the brick walls of my apartment leeching heat out of the room. Brrr.