Cry for help

What follows is not creative, nor does it have anything to do with riding public transportation. Perhaps this is just to prove to myself that I can, indeed, post crap here and not be overly concerned with what anyone thinks. Sorry to subject you to it, but it’s something I have to do. Come to think of it, that depressing rain thing was crap, too! I guess I should apologize for that, as well.

Hey, before I lose everyone’s attention, maybe you guys can help me overcome my block and give me something to write about. If you have funny suggestions, potential writing experiments, an idea you’d like to see someone do something random with, then I’m your man. Leave comments here and I’ll see what I can do.

I have writer’s block. I believe that’s the technical term. Look it up. I’m not. It’s artistic license. You should probably look that up, too, just to make sure I’m not totally fucked. Oh, yeah … the block. It’s this big, immovable granite thing. For some reason it’s in the shape of an “O”, only it’s squared-off like the wheel that guy created in that comic strip B.C. before some smarter guy made a round one. But why is it square and why does it have a hole in the middle? And if it were really a block that I couldn’t get around, wouldn’t it stretch for miles and miles and miles and become completely unsurpassable and insurmountable? Maybe I’ll just write about it.

Now that I think of it, I can’t get writer’s block. I’m not a writer. I don’t sell books or anything, so I don’t meet that definition.

This is really pathetic. This is not your daily adventure. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy.