The Creativity Vampires Lurk.

I don't think I've ever had a day more devoid of creative thought than I did on this Thursday the first of September, in the year of our lord 2005. So I'll do what I've set out never to do - and write about not being able to think of anything good to write about. I've thought plenty today about my job, my coworkers, my clients, my new roomate - but not once about this website or it's beloved readership. Not once about dead hookers or the many associated jokes. And for that, I apologize. But I'm glad to see I still have some sense of priority in my life. And a job.

A gift has been bestowed upon me, methinks. And that gift is the ability to keep 'er going, copy-wise. I can write about anything and make it somewhat funny and interesting. But today I feel like I'm on some sort of brainwave blocking medication. I got a ton done at work - one of the most productive days in a while. But I feel like I've been lobotomized. Instead of wasting time running around like a smacked arse, I got a little work done today. So please forgive me - this doesn't happen often.