Dammit. I just spilled Kool-Aid on my brand new Invader Zim: Ride the Pig T-shirt.

I wrote for about seven hours last night, minus Nintendo breaks (I've had a mad-on for NFL Blitz 2001 lately) to clear the brain. Tonight, I couldn't be bothered to write a sentence. I think that's partially because I'm stumped about how to actually start this beast that I spent all yesterday plotting out. The first sentence is always the hardest.

Or maybe I just have no discipline. I'll let you decide.