zzzzzz*snerk*zzzzzz-- wha?

Yeah.

Bakesale Betty sandwich just hit me with a monster case of food coma. And this is after a nice long walk.

I'm pretty much done.

Stick a fork in me.

Today's been a hell of a day and quite the end to a long-seeming short week.

I'm now processing ideas a friend has introduced to my battered psyche. To consider such ideas, I have to get past a few hang-ups, neuroses, and biases.

This would be easier if I weren't digesting a fried chicken sandwich that was the length of my forearm.