COWARD.

I am so terribly, horribly cowardly. I thought you all should be totally aware of that, just in case you hadn't guessed it already. Just in case.
I'll let you know in advance that this particular entry is going to be full of trite. I know this because it took me five minutes to write that last sentence. I don't know how I'm going to write my version of The Sinking of Dalysium with such horribly crippling... damnit... writer's block! That's what it is. All this summer air and 2-star HBO movies are eating away at my vocabulary. I will blame these on my inability to make words (on a screen, piece of paper or coming out of my mouth).

Now that that's taken me forty-five minutes, I'll leave well enough alone.

Seatbelts,
Murphs