B.I.C. Blues

This is the problem with working three straight overnights. By the time Wednesday afternoon rolls around, I’m usually so wiped that I have absolutely no desire to actually write. Instead, I sit here at the computer surfing news sites, playing solitaire, mahjong, or minesweeper, and trying to overcome ennui sufficient enough to generate some words.

And then, even if I do manage to squeeze out a couple of syllables, what I’ve crafted is, frankly, garbage (or at least it feels that way to me.).

Sigh. This is not how I want to spend my day off.

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