Demand A Post

So damn tired lately, it's hard to think straight. Even harder to write a post that makes sense and doesn't sound like it's being said just to have something to fill all this empty space.

Sometimes it's just easier to talk then it is to type. The minute my hands touch the keyboard, it's like every single thought I had left to think, disappears as if it never was and the conversation in my head that was going just a mile a minute before slows down to something barely even resembling a crawl.

So to hell with it. This isn't about originality tonight. This is all about having a post to post. So much for being a literary genius.