Monday, February 9, 2004
I wouild put text here, but I have no text worth putting here today. Sometimes my mind is a blank slate. A tabula rasa upon which the merest wisp of an idea would find fertile ground to grow and blossom.
This is a state usually achieved only through extreme brain trauma, extreme brain damage, or extreme zealotry.
I find it best to go watch old "Batman" reruns until the moment passes.
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