Bugger. I really hate a blank page that continuously stays blank. Especially after writing so much drivel the other night. Now I’m staring at those couple paragraphs and wondering what, if anything, I can salvage from them… and how to go about doing it.

Some days I really wish I could just photocopy my head and, instead of getting a rather bad picture of myself being blinded, words and thoughts would appear. Then all I’d have to do would be to organise my notes.

Oh well. No one ever said it would be easy. Once more into the breach I go. Perhaps if I stare at the page long enough it will start accepting the right words out of fear or something.

G’nite.