I dare you not to laugh.
4.20.2007
That's it. I give up. I've logged in about twenty times in the last three days. I apparently have nothing to say.
Okay, that's not exactly true. I have a lot I want to say, but I can't get it all straight in my head. Do you ever have days like that? You sit and you stare at a computer screen or a piece of paper and the thoughts your thinking, which just mere moments ago were logical and cohesive, are now muck?
I haven't been able to work on either one of my stories. The characters have turned rebellious, little bastards. Everytime I try to write they run off, I think it's a conspiracy.
A whole lot of nothing.
I hate that damned cursor. It just sits there blinking at you.
If it starts talking to me, I'm going to have myself committed.
Okay, that's not exactly true. I have a lot I want to say, but I can't get it all straight in my head. Do you ever have days like that? You sit and you stare at a computer screen or a piece of paper and the thoughts your thinking, which just mere moments ago were logical and cohesive, are now muck?
I haven't been able to work on either one of my stories. The characters have turned rebellious, little bastards. Everytime I try to write they run off, I think it's a conspiracy.
A whole lot of nothing.
I hate that damned cursor. It just sits there blinking at you.
If it starts talking to me, I'm going to have myself committed.
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