It's eleven. The creative juices are still flowing. The mind is strong. But. The flesh is weak. And. Spongy. Or. Whatever zaff branigan said. I had this poem about not quitting somewhere. It was in the R-Unit's bathroom. It motivated me to poop properly. Also. I gotta think about all those non quitters out there. Kobayashi didn't quit when he went for his sixth consecutive hot dog eating contest victory. Did that guy from the squared table quit? I forgot his name. But. He was a hiker. And. He cut off his own arm with a dull pocket knife. He didn't quit. We all know what happens to quitters. King Kong. He was a quitter. He was so close to getting the girl. But. Nope. He just quit. I don't want to end up squished on a NYC street. With people taking my picture. So. I'm not going to quit either.