Prediction - This will probably be my most boring post ever. Rather indicative of my life at the moment, actually. You ever have that feeling you're on a perpetual treadmill? You're not actually sitting idle, literally, you do the things that allow you to lead a mechanical sort of existence, and you get absorbed in them for a while, but then you glance up and look around you and notice you're at the exact same place you were last week, last year, your whole life and everything around you is exactly the same as it has ever been. And you ponder about it for a while and get back on the treadmill with increased gusto until you stop for your next breather and realize you still haven't moved an inch. An idle mind is the devil's workshop, they say. The mind is a muscle, they say, exercise it or you'll lose it, they say. Kind of contradictory, don't you think? Unless, of course, the devil has a mindless workshop. Do workshops have minds, anyways?? Lets look at thi