Oct 25, 2008 00:10
How is it that all day long, when I have no pen, paper, or LJ available, I can think up so many thoughtful essays on life, liberty, and the meaning of plaid, but the minute I actually have time to sit down and write, nothing comes to mind?
I wonder how many moments have been lost because there was simply no pen with which to capture them?
-Koupob
muse