Right now my brain feels really dry. Dry in that drought, nothing to give, nothing to sustain anything, kind of way. I have not been writing a lot on Sad Salvation lately. It has been going to the wayside. There seems like there are hundred other things for me to do. There are too many ways for me to spend my time. There are too many things that cry for my attention. I seem to give my attention to the things are the lease productive.