Not a speck of light is showing, So the danger must be growing.

"There's no earthly way of knowing
 Which direction we are going
 There's no knowing where we're rowing
 Or which way the river's flowing
 Is it raining, is it snowing
 Is a hurricane a-blowing
 Not a speck of light is showing
 So the danger must be growing
 Are the fires of Hell a-glowing
 Is the grisly reaper mowing
 Yes, the danger must be growing
 For the rowers keep on rowing
 And they're certainly not showing
 Any signs that they are slowing"

best part of that movie besides Gene Wilder.

the way that scene went was a lot like how today has gone. It feels as if things are starting to spin out of control, faster and faster. I'm starting to question if what I'm doing is really what I want, but also I know there really isn't much choice for me in changing it right now.

maybe its because I'm not sleeping well, or because I'm working so much, but I'm exhausted and a bit delirious. I can't remember anything of what I'm supposed to be doing, and I end up over filling my schedule. What happened to the life I had where I did next to nothing and actually had time to do things like art?

well, I started working at that certain game store, and it got crazy quick. I don't know if I'm ready to handle this kind of work again. Good news is, I do get to talk video games all day, so that's cool. My manager there said I did a good job, but I feel I only did half as good as I could have.

well, the night is young and I have a video to make. Bye.