I should post...
...bleat a little to drive away the clinging silence and stillness.
The problem is I've been at loss for words for some time now. And being hung over now doesn't really help; If all you can think of is how your head and back hurt, it's not going to translate into happy writing. Even thinking about moving sets my brain throbbing. Not very nice - but I brought it upon myself, so there's not really much for me to do except to grit my teeth and bear with it.
Last night I was at a friends farewell party. He's going to China for some time. Lots to drink, good eats, good times. We watched a video of Slayer playing Reign in Blood in its entirety live. Real thrash. Of course it literally rained blood during Raining Blood. I guess it'd pretty much have to. It's metal after all.
(I feel like every sentence I write is a slimy brick that slowly slides off a table and splats on the carpet. *drag* *slip* *splot* And the muck and grime slowly infuses my socks.)
Maybe some water and a movie might help...
The problem is I've been at loss for words for some time now. And being hung over now doesn't really help; If all you can think of is how your head and back hurt, it's not going to translate into happy writing. Even thinking about moving sets my brain throbbing. Not very nice - but I brought it upon myself, so there's not really much for me to do except to grit my teeth and bear with it.
Last night I was at a friends farewell party. He's going to China for some time. Lots to drink, good eats, good times. We watched a video of Slayer playing Reign in Blood in its entirety live. Real thrash. Of course it literally rained blood during Raining Blood. I guess it'd pretty much have to. It's metal after all.
(I feel like every sentence I write is a slimy brick that slowly slides off a table and splats on the carpet. *drag* *slip* *splot* And the muck and grime slowly infuses my socks.)
Maybe some water and a movie might help...