Sitting here at work, I feel that maybe people will want to listen to what I have to say or think, but honestly, who gives a shit? That's not to say that blogging is masturbation per se (I enjoy reading other people's blogs actually, and I always wanted to be disciplined enough to have a diary), but why should anyone read what I have to say? Here we go: I feel like I need to have a shit. Maybe I'll go now, when I feel a slight urge. Maybe I'll go in a few hours when I really really need to go. There is a pencil next to me. A guy on a cell phone has 'Let's Get It On' as a ringtone. He's in the library. He's laughing like Butthead. I have whiskers from not shaving.