Dec 13 2008
The True and Only Temporary Writer’s Block
There’s nothing worse in the world than battling a really nasty cold where your throat feels like it’s been rapped on by ridged feces, and your head starts swimming in the bile juice-filled air (all figuratively, by the way). TheraFlu is a beautiful thing, though. What really sucks is I have to get to work in about an hour. Grocery store. And I feel like…this.
However long this lasts, it will definitely affect my writing–that’s for sure. So I apologize to all my readers who keep checking on my blog. You’re all awesome 
. I appreciate you tonz. And I will do my best to battle this and make it go away. Like I said in the title of this post, though–
This is “temporary” . But damn it, man, this is the true writer’s block right here.
Ugly, nasty, gross, greenish, ghoulish, gummy, gunky viruses deserve to be contained in jars and then ejected into space where they can have sex with each other in a 0-degree vacuum vicinity. Hallelujah.
