The Proverbial Brick Wall

Sometimes I feel like I am talking/writing to myself. My words are sent out into the great void and while I know they are being read, there is little reciprocity. Slacker, you know who you are, so smarten up. Friendship or whatever-ship isn't a one way street. I'd really love to hear more from you because my patience is being tried.

I slept badly last night, tossed and turned for the last hour of sleep which basically made me feel like shit all morning. And you know what I was stressed out about? MONEY!
AND Martha Stewart showed up in my dream, so that qualifies it for nightmare classification. Blech!