What a dreary day.

I wake up. It's raining slowly out.

Find I'm banned from a forum (not even an e-mail notification). Probably because I wasn't anywhere as psycho as the other folks who post there, or because I called Britney Spears "tacky trash"...

Eat some frosted mini wheats

Go back to bed

Wake up.

Still raining.

The grass is greener.

Watch 4 hours of The Bionic Woman (what's that about a remake? No thanks)

Went back to bed, thinking I'd read when I wake up

Woke up.

Thinking I'll go out tonight to eat, as fear is preventing me from writing.

Yet in all likelihood, it's the fear rather than the reality that will impoverish me in the end.

Meh. I ought to do the push-ups and weights too.

At least the grass is green.