I was going to write another memory today, but I just couldn’t get started.

Instead, I wrote a short story in 9rules irc because it was quiet in there, and I was bored. And so I posted it to my livejournal, since that’s where that sort of drivel is supposed to go.

I also posted yesterday’s irc story there too: Piece of Shep. Good thing Shep found his chat logs for yesterday, because my work computer doesn’t keep them like my home computer does.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately, but I seem to not be able to write anything of substance. I need to shake off this funk. At least I’m writing somewhere, but I’m not thrilled that it isn’t me.

Work, damn it. Work! (/me smacks her head to knock around the loose brain cells)

–”Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am?” Infinity on High: Fall Out Boy