When it began...

As mental collapse due to exhaustion becomes an ever more real possibility at this tender hour of 2:39 am, I stare at my roommate's ill-tempered cat sleeping on my rock hard $100 futon that I purchased 18 months prior to this (and slept on for a trying 12 of those 18 months) at the Target near Madison, Wisconsin's East Town Mall. I am exasperated - after an hour of pouring my soul into my very first post of this blog, I have somehow lost every word painstakingly typed during this insomniac fit. If my hair were longer, I'd rip it out. But The Dude must abide and not be un-Dude. So I'm signing out and I'll pour my thoughts later. Hail progress!