So I had this funny story to tell, but never finished it. I'll post it tomorrow maybe. And then I had this tiny story that was neither funny nor sad, just kind of neat, but didn't finish it either. Sucks when three servers blow up at once and you have to do actual work at the office while talking to a friend on the phone and IMing your boss and co-workers and repairing servers. Stupid work. Gets in the way of my writing career, I tell you what. So I just have one little blurb. I was listening to the Train song, "She's on Fire". I don't think the rest of the song is that profound but I just keep hearing the chorus of "she's on fire" over and over in my head. Sometimes I feel that way, like I'm on fire.