If Facebook has made me realize anything, it's how little I actually care about what's going on in the lives of pretty much everyone. If that sounds really snobby, it's because it is. If you read that sentence with a condescending chortle, I think you might get a clearer picture of what I'm talking about.

I have so much work to do right now. I'm blogging as a means of stirring up whatever unharvested creativity I have left.

Conquer. Let's talk about Conquer. The ace in the hole. I think we need to take Conquer to the social networking stage. I don't even know what that means. Let's not talk about Conquer. It's a summer project and all, right?

If creativity was a basket of goods, my CPI would be...bad. Low? Insufficient?

I DON't KNOW WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO FOR THIS ASSIGNMENT.

I just read fifty pages about whaling and whalers and how they made up rules so they wouldn't steal each others whales. I just downright don't care enough to think about it anymore than I already have.

Holy crap. I'm not going to finish by midnight. I need to go bye.