August 24, 2004

Muse missing

Writing is easy, said someone. All you have to do is start with an empty piece of paper and wait for the blood from your forehead to drip on the paper.

However, my monitor serves as my paper, blood makes the keyboard sticky, and the monitor isn't gravitationally below me. Thus conspires the world against the rites.

Plus, I suspect I'll get wierd looks from people in the office if I take out my pocket knife. Again.

I've considered other bodily fluids, but both my hands are tired from all the typing. And my co-workers no longer respond appropriately to my requests for them to 'lend a hand'.

It's enough to make you have a cigarette.

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