I think I'm gonna just slump down in my chair and give up all pretense of being vertical; or pretending to work or pretending to care about losing face if I do. I have hit the wall, landed, and resent having to get back up and more than likely, do it all over again..and again..and again..and..you get the idea. But I fear the pain of the immiment heat death more than I fear setting back down at what used to be my good old desk and now has become my most hated desk and tackle my script again.

I would rather wallow in the mirey clay of the debaucherous pig-pen with rotted cabbage heads for friends than hit the blasted script again. Alas though, I will do it. I will set back down and have another go at me script.

Like I said, I don't wanna die a horrible heat death just yet.

JB