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Jun. 8th, 2006 02:23 pmI hate, hate, HATE writer's block.
I'd rather be sick. I'd rather have a sore throat and a stuffy nose and a fever and nausea and fatigue and my period all at the same goddamn time. I'd rather have a twisted ankle again, and considering how badly I fucked my ankle up the one time I did that, that's saying something.
I hate this feeling. I have recaps to write or finish and a new first sentence to come up with and Books of Boggs scenes I want to work on and fanfic ideas to play with and it's not like there's nothing in my brain, it's that nothing will COME OUT.
Stupid brain. BAH.
*imitates icon*
And later I have to go to work. *sigh* This day just keeps getting better and better.
I think I need an ice cream cone. It's amazing how many of my problems these days can be solved with an ice cream cone. Mmm-hmm.
I'd rather be sick. I'd rather have a sore throat and a stuffy nose and a fever and nausea and fatigue and my period all at the same goddamn time. I'd rather have a twisted ankle again, and considering how badly I fucked my ankle up the one time I did that, that's saying something.
I hate this feeling. I have recaps to write or finish and a new first sentence to come up with and Books of Boggs scenes I want to work on and fanfic ideas to play with and it's not like there's nothing in my brain, it's that nothing will COME OUT.
Stupid brain. BAH.
*imitates icon*
And later I have to go to work. *sigh* This day just keeps getting better and better.
I think I need an ice cream cone. It's amazing how many of my problems these days can be solved with an ice cream cone. Mmm-hmm.