All by myself…sitting here pushing this time on my hands and looking for the keyboard strokes to come together and build something – anything worthy. It’s easy enough to just type and find some rhythm…none of that guarantees any output that will matter though. Mmmm…thankfully the Tangerine Mist vodka cooler quenches my pauses of thought…trying to make this work but man this is hard. If I calculated the number of backspace key strokes against the all other key strokes combined, I am sure I would be in deficit…magically still this paragraph emerges – how is that? Tick-tock…hard to believe 40 minutes have only gotten me this far – almost 25 seconds a key stroke…what? More pain…’cause now my vodka cooler can is empty…I may have just lost my motivation…my protagonist! Okay that was weak – granted…but it’s as good a blade as any to fall on. We both know this little story is going nowhere…its okay I am no where near tears so I am not that traumatized…even if it is making me a little crazy to end it this way, ha ha ha.
“Vodka is our enemy, so we’ll utterly consume it!” – Anonymous Russian Proverb