Feeling a little deflated. A little like the excited balloon has been relieved of all of its air. Only there was absolutely no reason for the excited balloon to be inflated in the first place. I am definitely fighting the doldrums.

Thought of the day: You have trashy novels, and you have thought-searing literature. Then there's threads and kicks that will fall apart in three days because they are cheap, or the quality clothing that lasts forever. Moving on to slack-ass messengers of laziness, and those that will forever come behind them and carry their iron weight.

Ok now, discuss..