snow beckons, finally, but not to be enjoyed, or even discouraged, sickness envelops, again, returning unwanted, but bidden, and things go on back burners, things go off the to do list, and i am left wanting for bed, breakfast, but the keyboard calls my name, projects, long since forgotten, should have been fixed, should have been done right, for that is the thing which drives forth, right, quality, goodness, for what else is there, when the breakdown of everything occurs, and nothing is left, absolutely nothing, when the breakdown is complete, more complete than i ever thought possible, i'll go home, and cook myself a meal, and watch the rest of Saving Pvt. Ryan, and go to bed early, and sleep and dream, hopefully happy dreams, or just maybe my waking dreams to join me in my bed, and the next day will start, not this time but hours earlier, orange juice to be drunk, vitamins to be taken, and sleep to be had.