i've got nothing.
i still have that one in the works in my head. but it's proving difficult to put to paper (as it were).
i'm sitting at the studio, waiting for my night to be done, finally. i think i may pack up and get my butt home. home is where i've wanted to be all day. the day. the weather. my exhaustion. i'm ready to crawl in bed... have been since i left it this morning.