Welcome to the Gulag of intellectual stagnation

I'm always one to jump the gun. I'm impatient and very seldom late for much of anything. I fear my little rpg isn't going to go anywhere. I'd had such hopes for it before. Which is where I always fall short. I always envision grand things when in fact no noticible response is ever commited. I'm waiting on quite a few people to return emails for the playtest and despite my best efforts nothing is happening in the group I created for it. So I think i'll send it to the dead projects folder with several other of my industrious, but apparently ill-timed projects. I've been in something of this sort of mood all day. I feel grim things and grim news is on its way soon. perhaps grim is too harsh of a word...but perhaps unwanted might be a little better descriptor. it never fails that when I feel like i have a grasp on teh universe, something comes out of left field, something unpleasant. I think I'm looking for something to guide my pent up anger at. Unfortunately that something never fails to show up not long after I make the realisation. It's time for me to build another web page. I need something to vent all of my creative energies into. Something to use up this energy I have, perhaps for good...for I feel that evil isn't too far behind. My quest for acceptance continues...