and this thought was one of the brighter spots of my day--now, how shitty is that?
have i sunk to the depths of corruption such that my creativity is remarking on turds on or beneath the snow
i've hit a lull--no, lull sounds too calm--i've been repeatedly crashing into one wall after another
beginnings with no endings and the beginnings relegated to the trash can
so, ok, i could sit around and read or surf the web or vegge with a video--but i can't--i get too fidgity--i want to go out and bark with the dogs...