Why I don't vote

Link is here: http://themsfightinwords.blogspot.com/

This guys rant pretty much sums up my thoughts on the subject [except the part about saying things loudly and drunkenly. Loudly? Occasionally. Drunkenly? Not anymore. :) ] I might have pressed the freedom to choose not to angle a bit more, but whatever. Tis a good rant.

Still trying to not write and not kick myself over it. I don't have much in the way of games to take my mind off it. Apparently partitioning my hard drive so that I could reinstall windows without having to reinstall everything else didn't work so well. I basically have to reinstall everything because none of it works now and I'm at a loss to explain why. And while it's possible I could figure it out given enough time, I'm sick of fighting with it. I've been in a foul mood for a while now and I'm tired of that too.

Moving goes uber slowly, add one more to the pile of things I'm tired of. I just want to be moved and unpacked and settled into the new place already.

Ok, more radio silence from me until I can relearn how to play nice with others again.

I Am Jack's Severe Case of Writer's Block

Otherwise titled, don't read if you don't want to read my bitching about writing.

I can't let it go. I can't just put it all down and just walk away and not think about it. I'm like a dog with a bone. I have to keep chewing away at it. I tried to just leave it for now, but that wasn't working. Tried writing, that's really not working. I don't know why. I try to write new scenes and nothing. I try to at least add to existing scenes and I get nothing or next-to-nothing. I don't know what's got me so blocked right now.

I should really stop bitching about it... see dog-with-bone comment.

I'm going to try to take the pressure off myself and work on it if I want to and leave it alone if I don't without beating myself up for not working on it. I'm not sure if that will work, but it's all I got at this point. My word count hasn't moved. This is completely unacceptable.

I also haven't even touched all those emails (or blog posts) sitting there since I got my computer back. I don't even know where to begin.

Man I want a vacation.

Captain's Log

It's been...several days now... still. No. Computer. I think I'm... starting to see things. Technological things at the.... edges of my mind. Mocking me, always...just out of...reach. Flitting about they...taunt me and...whisper of things I am missing. If only I could...have... my...computer back.

She's Dead Captain.

My computer died several days ago. I almost managed to get it into the shop I bought it from to have it looked at, but the store closed unexpectedly today due to electrical failure. Figures. This week's forecast calls for extended cloudy periods and several days of extreme quiet.
Also, much te- I mean rain.