Suddenly I find that this depression has taken a strong hold of me. I'm not quite sure how it happened, but it has. And as usual, it has invested all of it's evil little mind into blocking off the most productive part of my brain. Yes, I confirm, once again, I have writer's block. Why is this confounded depression so persistent? I had just recovered from my former misery, and now this? What am I, condemned to sit in front of a blank word document, with my every train of thought being continuously interrupted by that hideous, b*****d excuse for a talking paper clip? (Microsoft Office Assistant will pay, I promise you.) What could I have done to deserve this? Alright, I admit. Maybe it was me who borrowed your pencil sharpener without asking and never gave it back. But I assure you, there were perfectly good reasons for doing those things, really.
Current Score
Rock_hard_yo: 03 | Depression: 07
 taxidermy jesus · Sat Feb 24, 2007 @ 06:35am · 6 Comments |
