Seems I am not working today, so I'm going to pull my finger out of my bum and get to the gym (have you noticed that bum seems to be getting lost from our venacular? I actually initially wrote butt, and then wondered when that word replaced bum). I need to work some stuff out in my head, and maybe the monotony of the treadmill will help.

I'm drifting away, a buoy caught in the current, and I'm not sure if I'm still secured to anything.

It's time for me to start thinking again.