P.S. Send Prozac
my lack of inspiration these days is enough to boggle the mind. i mean i am after all in the capital of all things bizarre. one would think the posts would be rolling like jack daniels at the local nudie bar. and yet that is not the case. i'm concerned the humidity might have caused my brain to mildew. although it's more likely i'm just in a funk. normally i'd toss back a guinness or twelve and be back in business before the second one had time to settle. sadly, there's not a pint of guinness to be found around here for miles. so here i sit...me and my funk and nothing but bud light to ease the fog. yes it's true, i am in purgatory. which is odd considering i'm not catholic.