The days are starting to run together again. The music is all starting to run together again. Bad signs. Losing track of time means I worry that I've missed something or haven't accomplished something or let something important slide. I'm going away for Memorial Day weekend, and I have to keep reminding myself what day it is in order to prepare to leave and to make sure I remember when I have to be at the airport. The music's all starting to run together to the point where nothing on the radio interests me much. I've become Radio A.D.D. Boy where I'll flip literally through 15 stations trying to find something to listen to, find nothing, then go to the CD player only to find that there's nothing on the disc that interests me either. 30 minutes on the elliptical trainer tonight -- first time back to the gym in 2 weeks. 30 minutes, 450 calories. Suffice it to say there was a lot coming out in that session... I guess that's why I feel so empty right now.