Elementary, my dear Newton.

As usual, inertia is kicking my ass. How's that, you say? I was a body in motion until I was acted upon by an outside (inside - it's inside) force. I suspect the force is a certain type of gravity. Or maybe its the brain drain that uses up all my energy to keep things out so I can have little blocks of time for things like trading. Or maybe I'm just exhausted. Can a person become exhausted from finally sleeping like an aged hound dog on a hot summer day? Who the fuck knows, right? However, I do know I have a to-do list that isn't getting to-done, I have to clean up the kitchen now, and I am a body at rest that can't seem to get up off its ass until acted upon by more caffeine or something. Can somebody please give me a shove or come throw a bucket of ice water on me? Just push me off the furniture first as messes are just plain unnecessary (and I'm too burnt to clean them up).



P.S. -- Kahless, I love you!