A Sad State of Affairs.

Basically crew, the old Wrangler has lost his mind. I'm afraid that my brain no longer functions the way it used to. My procrastination has become a thing of magnificence. I cannot seem to get all this work done that is piling up on me, and I feel like the mud at the bottom of the piles of tar sands in Canada. It's a sad state of affairs, and now it has even come to this. Here I sit, writing to you, the nobody reading. I have scrolled through the news so many times now, read all the interesting looking stories from across the world, I have checked facebook, and checked again, and now my boredom has lead me here, to write these blatherings while I listen to Beethoven, and think about trying to write this review of an article in the Journal of Pastoral Psychology. This is all sad indeed. I'm wearing my dead grandfathers bathrobe at 7:30 pm, having skipped the Seven Circles Pipe ceremony to do this work. I have continued to deprive my liver of alcohol, my lungs of the green goddess herb, I'm sober as can be, yet my brain does not seem to recover its wits. Se la vie. The mind is a bizarre contraption. I don't understand it. Aloha nui loa. Pray for the study cells to begin firing. Good night.