I’m too stressed out to rant.

If you break out in tears after your boss gives you a snarky response, you’re too stressed out.

I’m too stressed out to rant.

But I won’t dwell. Instead, I’ll ramble.

I wrote earlier about waking up in the middle of the night and catching Fear and Loathing. For some reason, I could not for the life of me remember the name Hunter S. Thompson.

Then someone signed my guestbook to let me know the name that was eluding me. I’ll admit I was surprised. I just hope people understand that I feel incredibly honored anytime someone takes the time to write me. Running a website is a very odd thing. I post files and words and ideas that people view but I have no idea if they find it helpful, interesting, or stupid.