If not, come over to The House on the Hill and I’ll get one of my Witch friends to conjure up an elaborate body swap spell so you can experience the hell of “one of those days” yourself.
Man, I don’t know what has gotten into me. I’d written half a blog post, realized it was the worst thing ever produced on this laptop, and deleted it. You’re welcome for saving you from some really horrible nonsense.
Not that this post is shaping up to be any better.
Some days, I feel incredibly creative, ideas fill my head, and I can’t scribble down notes fast enough. Today, however, my head is filled only with pain. I’m not sure if my brain is throbbing from being totally devoid of story ideas, or if old ideas that I’ve never gotten around to writing have finally spoiled.
I had planned to go for a run after work, which always gets the creative juices flowing. That never happened, though, and I think that’s part of what has me sitting here, unable to write anything chuckle inducing.
Something happened to my stomach this afternoon. Out of the blue, it started making the most bizarre gurgling noises. It was like someone had filled a pot with evil, set it on a high flame, and then allowed it to boil over with chaos and foreboding.
Then it was raining when I left work, I got home to find the garage was flooded, and the front walkway was all muddy.
All these things somehow convinced me that going for a run was out of the question. After doing two 4 mile runs this weekend, I suddenly wasn’t man enough to run with a little stomachache, in muddy conditions, while water fell from the sky.
What in the world was going on with me?
I’ve distracted myself for the past hour by tinkering with the chili I made on Sunday. It was too bland last night, so I’ve been randomly adding things to the pot in hopes of finding the magic combination to make the contents taste just right.
Of course, I’ve been in the living room writing (trying to write!) this post, so I might have kinda forgotten about the pot on the stove. I just ran into the kitchen to find the chili bubbling wildly and about to boil over (much like my stomach this afternoon!).
I am so not focused right now, and I apologize profusely for the horrible blog post. I’m trying to form some Deep Thoughts about what is happening, and I think I just need a night off from my regular routine.
Running is going to happen when it happens. I’m at a good place with it right now, and if I push myself to do it on nights when I’m not 100% committed, it’s just going to feel like work, I’m going to hate it, and I’ll stop running again.
I can’t push myself to write the perfect blog post when the inspiration isn’t there.
I can’t force myself to run when I’m not in the mood.
Doc might’ve been the smart one, but I’m starting to think that Grumpy was on to something. Sometimes, you’ve just got to allow your inner prick to take the wheel and steer you towards a night of relaxation.
Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to slack I go…