C.E.J. Pacian presents the world's first liquid-fuelled rocket-blog: trapped in a hyperbolic orbit to nowhere in particular.
I know this feeling...like a dull toothache...Re: "no hands": perhaps i should quit whilst i'm ahead?
Mooooom!He's pointing at me!It's winter. Sometimes there's nothing for it. It'll pass. I know I've kept puttering around the place the last few days fighting off this very thing. It gets me busy just doing something...and somehow gets me back into things after a fashion.
I'm glad it's not just me. But I'll pass on the mug shot of Uncle Sam. :-).
Even worse with all the political reporting overwhelming everything. Bugger Uncle Sam, I say. Yeah, you heard me.
Even though I dragged my flu-ridden body out to vote earlier today, I feel somehow guilt-ridden and inadequate under Uncle Sam's pointy-fingered gaze. I confess I haven't been creative for days on end - unless trying to toss tissues in the wastebasket without moving from the couch, counts as creativity, which it most likely doesn't... I hope he'll stop pointing at me now that I've confessed.
So, uhm, when you sort things out, think you could drop me a line?
In e-mail format preferably? :)
@M: It's difficult to fall off a camera, surely?@G + D + T: Yeah, I suppose you just have to accept that sometimes you're not able to be creative.@Z: Well, he might like it.@Gnome: Your inbox won't know what hit it.
Think it just called a lawyer... Fickle creatures hem inboxes.
I think I've been trapped in that state for the past ten years or so. Let me know how you find the way out.
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