running out

today, it seems that i've run out of ideas.  and things to say.  i've also run out of watercolor paper.  and filtered water.   and energy.  and daylight.  yeah, i'm pretty sure i've run out of some other stuff too.   like excuses, perhaps.  time to make a list, check it twice, giddy-up and run some errands.   looking forward to tomorrow.   i'll leave today's soliloquy up to the expert:

Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles - a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other - that kept me going.    
 -Hunter S. Thompson