Cacadookie

Sometimes life just feels like a big bout of constipation. You strain, pressure yourself, almost blow things out that you didn't know that you had, and all for what? Just to get a move on. Yeah, that's how I feel at times. Fortunately flatulence, evil smelling liquids, and pain are not added into the mixture.

I'm stuck in another round of writer's block. Ideas dance away from me like sugarplum fairies high on crack. Also, the fairies are rampant party girls that go from tree to tree looking for cheap thrills and dollar bills, if you catch my drift.

Other than that, life's pretty darned good right now.

Fwah?

I haven't received my diploma in the mail yet.

This is disturbing, although I have it from fairly good sources that it takes this long. Needless to say, the angst is approaching dangerous levels.

Nah, not really.

Oh well. Everything's pretty much fallen into routine, whether for good or ill.

Indeed.