Why am I writing this?

[rejectomorph]

In fact, I have nothing to say this morning. Only I have this odd compulsion to write something every day, and an equal compulsion to get it out of the way! NOW! There. Now I feel better, and can go to sleep. True, I'll probably have a nightmare about talking and no sound coming out, but I'll forget that soon enough. Nobody said this would be easy. (Or did they? I can't remember. I've got Web Fatigue again.)