A Dreamer Who Is Too Weak To Face Up To.

Oh Christ. History repeating itself, when the first runaround isn't even done yet. Well, at least I know the warning signs when I see them; this isn't going to happen.

I am so exhausted. Last night was tiring, in multiple ways. Friends, Romans, and countrymen, all demanding I lend them my ears, instead of vice versa. Everyone has a problem, everyone needs to vent to the barkeep. And I just keep serving drinks...

Someday I'll get out of this endless loop. Maybe. Over and over, call and return, call and return. I've just got to find the right catalyst to jettison me from here to there.

My well's running dry, and my think-tank empty. God, is anyone else sick of all the metaphors in this post yet?

Oh wait..no one else reads this. I forgot.