It's a crushing weight; I can literally feel shoulders pulled down. And it's a specific feeling - it's not a typical depression, or stress. This is an ominous sludge that I can't help but walk through. It's like I can feel it pulling me along and into its maw. I know of two moments in my life that I've felt this before, and if they're any indication... well, something wicked this way comes. Do I think I'm psychic? No, of course not.

For the past couple weeks I've thought, "Man, I've got to post an update to the site," but honestly, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I've got things I want to gripe about, such as when Vickie and I went to see The Mist with Robert and Nichole. Here's a tip for you: don't watch it, it will make you hate humanity and you will be pissed about the ending, whether you've read the book or not, you will be pissed.