Coven Of My Darkest Secrets

Are you not the ONE? Vaguely in my DREAMS FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES Encased in a SNOWGLOBE Imbued with LONGING Upon the RETURN Of your second COMING

Brain Dead

Spent the whole of last week, yes, inclusive of weekends, on searching for the ideal BS. Very time and brain consuming. Squeezed all my brain juice just to get the best bargain and offers. Finally settled for SWC. Well, at least one load off my mind. I can concentrate on other stuff like WP and JS. Arrgghhh...

My whole Monday morning spent on WP and consolidatiing all information, nicely done up in excel format for easy reference.

Declared @ 1638: I am brain dead.