I’ve said too much already. Are you still there? I’ve said too much. There’s not else left much to say. I’ve gone done run through my vocabulary three times. No more words. Nothing new. Too much. No? Not enough? Too much? A spider bites down on his right testacle. Maybe there is still unpublished words we can publish to make up for the nothing. I’m just not feeling it right now. That’s all. I’m uncomfortably uninspired. I’m using the wrong medium.