Curse you, you flashing cursor. You mock me with your perfectly timed flashing. You remind me that I’ve typed nothing, thought of nothing, and shared nothing. Damn you. You think this is easy? You try being interesting day after day. Oh right you can’t. You just hold my space for me.
You’re doing it again. Flashing at me impatiently, as if to say “Come on Mr. Writer Man, write something already!”
Hang on, I’m thinking dammit!
(Sigh)…Yeah…I’ve got nothing.
Transformers in a corn field in MD?
26hr on a Greyhound bus