What I want to do is just press my hands to the keyboard and have my brain release itself. It will all just magically be there, perhaps even in coherent sentences and stuff. Then, I could read it and say, yes. That's it exactly.

I know there's a lot on my mind right now, but I'm too damn tired to figure out exactly what it is. But my brain is all constipated, and if I don't get whateveritis out pretty damn soon, I may just explode.

(Today's disturbing metaphor was brought to you, and then carried just a little bit too far, by the fine folks at Sleep Deprivation Land!)

That's probably the main problem. I'm tired. So very tired. I tried to go to bed early last night, but I wasn't asleep till after midnight, I woke up at 4, worked a full day, did the Holiday Thing, laundered, bought groceries, stared slackjawed and drooling at various pixels for a while, and then realized I hadn't actually written anything in forever. Maybe that would somehow make it all better. Not that I know what it is, of course.

That's probably not the best mental road to wander down right now. Let us instead take the next left...to WACKINESS!

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Oh, wait. I'm still in Sleep Deprivation Land. How did that happen? Damn maps....

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Wow. I think I am actually ready for bed now. I'm not really sure why that worked, but it clearly did. I'm going to ignore the obvious gag about how my writng is so boring it even puts me to sleep, and make a mental note:

Stop trying to put it off. When you think you need to write, do it right away. You'll think of something. You always do. Three days of stalling will just mess you up.

Bed. Now.

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