fatigue, fatigue, fatigue.

i'm so incredibly exhausted right now, i think i could die. i didn't get on the train until like 11:45 or so, but what should have been a 15 minute ride was transformed into an hour and a half trip to the 4th circle of hell. track work sucks.

i have to make another conference call today, but at least it's with a texan. W has proven that all texans aren't evil. only him. and strom thurmond. but he's not from texas. but i know he made some kinda deal with the devil to live as long as he did. maybe he got his soul back in a fiddling contest like in the "devil went down to georgia"

time to nap/get fired.