tygerblade

Different day, same stress and melodrama. I get tired of writing about it, but when I write about anything else, my writer's block kicks in. It must be pschological in nature. Sort of like repressed memories, only it's repressed talent instead. Or an old sports injury. I sprained my frontal lobe in college, and have never been quite the same since.

At least tomorrow evening is the beginning of a fabulous 4 day weekend. Unfortunately, my talk of running away to Vegas scared people, and they cornered me into eating turkey with the rest of the US. Damn them all to heck!!!! Maybe I'll spend the other 3 days in Vegas, but with all that Triptophan in my system I may not make it to the car...