Got into a bit of a cleaning fit yesterday, and you'd think I'd have more to show for it. As it is, the net result is that a load of dishes got done and my drawing table has smaller piles of stuff on it. That was a day's work? Pfeh. My productivity is really down the hole any more.

Haven't been able to keep focused on anything for more than a few minutes at a time lately; I don't know if it's the Cymbalta or stress, or what. Of course, one of the big sources of stress for me is that I have so much unfinished stuff, but how can I finish stuff if I can't concentrate? Pfui.

Oh well, speaking of concentrating, it's meeting time at work. Off I go!

-The Gneech

...when you watch, listen, pay attention to, believe, or engage in demagoguery, Baby Jesus cries.

-The Gneech