Mow, work out, hunt, reproduce. Repeat.

My creative energy has been pretty low as of late. The reason? See the last post. The less I sleep, the less I am able to piece together coherent thoughts. So I won't bother trying. I do feel an obligation to post though, I owe it to my mind. I write to make sure the cobwebs don't get a chance to build up. So though I don't have much for you today, there are two topics I'd like to mention. My lawn I should be embarrassed about how happy a sharpened mower blade makes me. The grass waits in fear as the mower approaches, then the blade mulches it to a fine powder. It sends my testosterone levels through the roof, which then makes me want to go work out, hunt, and reproduce. Occasionally, it also makes me want to throw meat on the grill. More on that some other time. Poll of the Week I've noticed that the number of results never gets higher than somewhere in the 15-20 range. So rather than be a "poll of the week," it'll be a "poll with a duration lasting until the number of results reaches 15-20." As this name isn't as concise, I will leave it listed as "poll of the week." I just want to keep it fresh. On the cutting edge, if you will. Additionally, if you have a burning question that you're seeking 15-20 answers to, let me know and I can post it. Send me a message at the address listed near the bottom of the sidebar. Oh, and also, I'd like to take a moment to discuss results. I have generally been quite pleased. Most of you understand the dominance of Krispy Kreme donuts, which is good. What is even more pleasing is that 65% of you understand that "soda" is what you drink, "pop" is your father. I am stuck here in western NY where "pop" dominates, and it pains me every time I hear it. Pains.