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So here I am. I have the night off, and I've actually managed to get most of the cleaning done, cooked a decent meal, and have no obligations for this evening, so I figured I'd do some programming. . .

. . . and my brain's about as useful as a day-old splash of semen on the sidewalk.

I'm sitting in front of this computer, occasionally clicking my mouse on a repetitive nothing of a game just to feel like I'm doing something. Even now, I type these keys with nothing but "Blank. . . blank. . . blank" sounding off in my mind. It's taking quite a bit of effort to strain out these words.

And that's just not right. All day at work, in my head, I write music, stories, lyrics, movie scripts, etc, and yet now that I'm somewhere that can actually make use of all these ideas, they seemed to have packed up their shit and left town.

This is not an uncommon occurence, either. . .