I haven’t anything to write–it’s awful. I feel all my little neurons waving their axons, looking for another neuron to connect to. But I’ve drained my brain. There’s hardly any neurons left.

You have to admit it’s a sad picture, all those lonely neurons. Maybe if you see them with puppy dog faces it’ll help.

My living has recently been learning Word7 and how to get songs on my iPod. So I have formatting text neurons–actually not new, just rearranged from WordPerfect neurons. And so the iPod ones–the old ones, unused for five years–are staggering to life. They are rather creaky and confused, but they’re stalwart.

Surely iPod neurons and Word7 neurons can lead to a renewal, a brain renewal. I’m counting on it.