adding substance

I wish i had something more pertinent to bring to your attention my dear reader, but all my poetry is hiding from me in the black hole that is my room (not kidding stuff goes in and never comes out; it's scary) and I'm not in a particularly creative mood at the moment as I shall be returning to my prison to show my mother to the wardens. Yes it's open house night in suburbia, much to the joy of the teens who's parents go by themselves, and to the chagrin to those that have to go along... in the eternal words of forest gump "shit happens". what i need to to is get myself a laptop so i can update this blog whenever inspiration strikes me, but thats a long way down the road...