I hate being sick.
Chocolate doesn't taste quite as good, your head feels stuffy, chocolate doesn't taste quite as good.
I am having a little creative block today. You see, with this head cold, it's a bit difficult to think.
Also there is another problem.
It's basically William Gibsons fault. I read his journal again today and it's so damn fucking creative and brilliant and so what I really wanted mine to sound like. So now, nothing I write satisfies me. I'm feeling the urge to throw in words like verklempt, sideromancy, solivagacious just for the hell of it. When really all I have to write about today is snot, phlegm and tissue.
Also, There is yet another problem.
I got a nice e-mail from someone saying they laughed and my website. Now assuming they don't mean laugh in a mocking way, this adds yet more pressure.
I didn't know I was being funny! Now I have to actually think about being funny. It's just too much. Now I have creative block.
I think I need a nap. Lucky for me it's bedtime.
To the person that sent the nice e-mail:
Don't feel guilty about destroying my creativity and sabotaging my blog with your well intentioned e-mail. Really it's nothing that a little absinthe and hallucinogenic drugs wont fix.
And if that doesn't work there's always plagiarism....
Hey Everyone. How about we all stop going to William Gibsons site. He never has anything good to say anyway.
Later.