Evil Calories: umphhum
Reality TV: kjf;daiuhen;fadwsdd&&&&&&&&&&&
Has anyone seen my brain? Check the bottom of your shoe, you may have stepped in it the last time you were here. Anyone? No?
See, the reason I ask is because I sat down at my computer today to work on chapter 16 and...nothing. Again. Yes, again, as in going on the third day in a row I've sat down to work on it and ...nothing...crickets. This is how the words in my head sound:
I like write. Write is good and smart. I write pretty and shiny things. Oooh, a peanut. It's round. Sort of.
Usually the words in my head flow like buttery ribbons of joy. I'm reverting to zombie cave-woman. Help. Please, take a moment to look around for my brain. Check under your seat or in your pocket. It could be confused for belly button fuzz, so check there too. And if you find it, please return it. I really need it. I'm cute, but I'm not that cute. I need my brain.