Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes
jervo

It's been really hard getting out of bed recently. This morning there was some sort of construction work that apparently required 7 jackhammers and ABSOLUTELY HAD TO BE STARTED at 6:30am. I wasn't really that thrilled about it.

Since Sunday night I've had this tiny fragment of a song stuck in my head and I'm totally unable to place it, although I think it might be Beck. I'd sing it to you, but you can't hear me. It's been driving me crazy, and I've been driving certain friends of mine crazy as well, because they also recognize it but can't quite place it, and so now we're all going insane.

There is a phone on my desk that will not make outgoing calls. Not even local calls. Which begs the question - why is it there?

I want so badly to write SOMETHING, I don't even care if it's interesting anymore. I'm too blocked. I'm constipated with writer's block. Is there a mental laxative on the market?
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