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Dearest LJ,
As I sit here, in my pleather-clad computer chair, I ponder as to what I shall bore you with today. I feel like doing something. I feel like writing an entry, I feel like writing a poem, drawing a picture, doodling a CG, singing a song, anything. Anything pretty much that will force my mind and my hands to do something creative.
And I sit here eating pretzels. I sit here.. tapping away the first words that come to fingertip in desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, something constructive will pop out.
Is it working yet?
I didn't think so.. but these pretzels, on the other hand, are very good.