So much travels through my small mind these days, lagged by turkey and tripmetopain, but I have no time to do anything but work someone else’s wishes and stumble upon the couch as the evening wears down and the night begins. In due accordance with having no time left but to finish other kings works, I crawl into my cave and begin to function as a normal monkey. When the spots become too much I clean the screen. Some are there, some are inside. I move the cloth across the screen and as all good dust attempts, a new spot appears. I wipe until the screens screams and the scars take longer to disappear. Yet the spot, that was not there until I wiped it into existence, will not fade. I take mouse in hand and half-heartedly click to erase damn spot.GONE! Could I have wiped it into the virtual white page. We will never know. But my mind, which was in tact ten minutes ago has now lost a few legs.