02.22.04

I can almost see the end of this part of my path. The prospect of graduation looms, if I can get those last, pesky courses done next term.

I feel in need of a swift kick to my creative mind. My brain feels as sproingy and swift as a blancmange. My entries are reduced to the equivalent of --

I woke up at *blah*. I had a cup of coffee and a donut ($2.25). I returned to the house (16:43 hours).Watched television. Emptied the litter box.

Gag!

I have the wit of a pickled pig's knuckle.

It is not writer's block. I don't believe in writer's block. Let's just say that what's coming out of my head these days is a function of the madness of my schedule. Yeah, that's what I'll tell myself. Yeah.

Much fabulousness to y'all. I'm gonna go re-charge and start a Santeria story.

*smoochies*

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