i know i'm not your lover...
And then some days you know exactly how you want to write something, but every paragraph goes off on three different tangents and you can't decide whether to use "gorram" or "rutting" in any particular instance and somehow the story is just never going to get from Point A to Point B.
Damn you, Mal, why must you be so bloody difficult to write?
Also, why is there no chocolate in this house? Or Cheerios? What am I supposed to eat for breakfast, if we have neither of these? And why can't I just work and not feel like I'm wasting my existence. I need fandom therapy. Or maybe just sleep. But the Extended Editions are all stacked on the table next to me and there's a beanbag chair and I could bring out my alarm clock and fall asleep to dancing hobbits or angsty kings. I need new material, though. When does Lost come out on DVD? I hear Barnes and Noble just got a shipment of Half-Blood Prince books--who's up for lifting a few?
I'm going downstairs to eat a spoonful of peanut butter, a la Meet Joe Black. Maybe it will make me feel better.