When Bill works too much and fritters away his free time, he doesn't get much writing done.  And he should definitely be writing, because he's finally able to forge both thoughts and words at the same time again.

I wrote something spontaneously at the Underground on Sunday night.  That, along with a bunch of other thoughts, musings, and chronicles, will go up soon.

So the one person who reads this should be really excited now.  :)

"It is a painful thing to be alone, but more painful still to be polite."
- Throbbing Gristle, A Debris of a Murder