I am currently sitting in my flat, nacho's and relentless in hand, Scott Pilgrim Vs The World's Director commentary playing the background. I have everything i need to get started with another long overdue blog piece... SO WHY CAN'T I WRITE!
after spending almost a half hour staring at the laptop screen, i have nothing to show. Several articles started, several scrapped. I can actually feel the empty screen sucking away my creativity, my soul, like some cheap hooker trying to suck up traces of alcohol from a pub's carpet.
This huge, immovable object blocking my creativity is an eye-sore. It's like trying to break into Jericho armed with nothing but a wooden tooth pick.
Recent events have thrown my perception of the world into flux. Where once i was able to view the world with cynicism and content, i find myself... positive, actually ACCEPTING of other people and their points of view.
It's like living in a world full of... kittens, unicorns, dancing on rainbows... it's sickening! i enjoy getting up in the morning and viewing the world as a big rock covered in suck.
This is new territory for me, hopefully it's just a phase or symptom of some terrible disease that i caught from interacting with the rest of society...
...maybe it's tied into the other sympotms i have at the moment. Currently worried due to a group of red blemishes along my side and dotted down to my leg on one side. At first i thought it might just be some Eczema but google says it's Maleria, and google must be right... right??
*rushes to doctors*
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