ME: I suck. Let me try something else.
ME: *saves and opens new window*
BRAIN: Wow, you got a lot accomplished on that.
ME: Shut up, Brain.
BRAIN: *shuts up*
I have realized that I'm not having writer's block so much as an inability to type up stuff out of my notebook. I have a few pages of useable stuff, but I can't seem to have the attention span to type it onto the computer so I can edit it and play around with it. I should be glad that I'm not completely blocked, at least. Eventually, I will type this stuff up, and there will be fic. Eventually.
Almost missed the Daily Show tonight. Stupid cable box. Also, I didn't have a squee fit when Eric Idle said that Poughkeepsie was his favorite stop on his tour of the US. Really. It's not like I actually feel some sort of connection to the place I grew up. Not at all.
And a shiny meme from lykaios:
There's been an accident, and my memory's been wiped. I have no recollection of who I am. Tell me about myself. What do you know about me? What kind of person am I? What are my likes and dislikes? How did we meet and how long have we known each other? Is there one thing in particular that stands out about me? Tell me who I am.
P.S. Don't actually tell me the truth. It's a whole lot less funny that way.