Another night of staring at my keyboard and wondering why things don't work when I cry, "please, please work" has me feeling worn out this morning. It wouldn't bother me so much if it wasn't for the fact that I'm once again fixated on getting a little script running that is nothing more than a cool gizmo that doesn't even have the ability to make money. Why do I do this to myself?
It's a black coffee and oatmeal morning here.