I was so excited to be able to come home for lunch today. Not because I actually get to sit down and chill for a while, or even because I don't have to spend my limited college kid dollars on something greasy from the PAD. Actually, it was because I've been going non-stop for days, and there have been so many thoughts racing through my head that I've been itching to write down.
But as I sat down with my nice cozy blanket and my laptop I drew a big, fat, ugly blank.
It's not as if I don't remember what I intended to write about. In fact, I have a whole list of things written down. (Yeah, I'm that ridiculous about it.) But for whatever reason, the right words aren't coming to me. It's a good old fashioned case of writer's block.
I can only assume that this is my brain's way of telling me that it's too busy worrying about everything else that still needs to get done to come up with something creative and interesting to say. So all I have to say is; well played, brain. Well played.
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