feast your eyes upon the field where I grow my craps; as you can see, my field is barren
Oh, friends, it has been one of those days (weeks?). The sky and I have had a lot in common the past few days as we've both decided (simultaneously but separately) to start giving exactly zero craps, wailing and thundering at random times of the day, whenever we feel like it. Being 92% funded is both wildly exciting and wholly depressing. We have nothing to do. We have a few contacts left and if they miraculously get back to me, then we will have maybe a few hours of work to do and then we will find ourselves again with nothing to do, staring into oblivion and probably deciding upon another episode of Seinfeld, which has been our only anchor to the sea of sanity the past few months. We work from home, and so work at this point includes staring at my computer screen in my pajamas praying for God to give me an idea of something productive to do. Many times He's come through, but this week, ya'll, I have been scraping at the bottom of the barrel and I'm probably wron...