I just figured out what’s been killing my creativity and keeping me from posting the last couple of weeks. Thinking about it I can feel the ball of irritation growing in my stomach while my heart is beginning to beat faster as the adrenaline is moving through my body. Some day I might tell you all about it, it’ll probably be a long, complicated and incoherent story, but if you’re a regular visitor you’re probably used to long, complicated and incoherent stories by now.
All right, enough about that.
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Wrong. Enough about everything. Looks like it effectively killed my creativity again. I have an entry in my head, but there’s not way I’m going to get it out right now.
Good night.