Now write on the board a thousand times: "I will not forget just how much Molly McGuire's Lime rocks."
Tonight, I can do any of the following:
Wallow in self-pity, getting nothing done and missing people.
Re-arrange my CDs, synch up my database, and hook up my game systems (two or more weeks without N64 or Doremucasuto)
Try to write something huge and heavy, to purge this big, oppresive block-thing from my head.
Chat with miscellaneous friends and hope that one or two certain people will show up.
FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!!!
Go to sleep early and wake up early in the morning ( we all know how well that worked last night. =\ )
I have going for me (as revealed in the past week) my incredible memory for just about everything, and my biceps/arms. Now as soon as I find my third selling point, I can launch an ad campain. P-A-I-N, no g. Because no pain, no gain. So unless there is no g, there is no gain. But yet, you can't spell gain without a g... so...
Umm... I need some time to myself.
no g means gain, but no g means no gain, but g means no gain, but...
Oh, nevermind. 12 Monkeys is on. I'm pretty much dead to the world.