It's 12:56am. Sarah McLachlan's Adia is playing in the background. It's been playing for the last hour, and I'm not bored of it yet; I still can't think of a story for this animation assignment I should present tomorrow. And no ideas seem to be on the horizon. Call it writer's block. I say my oasis of imagination is dry and exhausted. I need a muse. A sexy one. On other issues, I'm feeling very stuffed. Watching the king of queens earlier, I let myself set adrift of the idealogy(aka.fantasy) of getting a hot wife that doesn't mind an overweight husband and this notion leading to the eating of dinner followed by nuts and a quaker bar thingy followed by fried rice at that kimgary place in mid valley. And I need a haircut. I've got nothing clever to say right now so er...till next time.