Total Blockage

So I've been charged with crafting the Christmas message this year.

I'm supposed to come up with the way to let people know that Tyler got hitched and oh, is going to have a baby!

It really shouldn't be difficult but I find that is sort of is. I'm trying for a certain balance and tone but can't quite get it. I think I might have it but I'm not 100 percent satisfied with it.

Writers block. What a bitch. They say you gotta have the end planned to break the block. The end has been planned! It isn't like I'm writing fiction.

Or it could be the pressure of finals that's getting to me. After all I cranked out a thirty page paper in probably 24 hours if you add it all up. I've had to write articles, I've had to write exams, I've had to study, I've blogged. I'm getting wrote out!

I did a mock news meets feature story on the wedding for inspiration. I think it helped a little in getting the block out. Now it's more of a partial one.

Speaking of blockage, I've ate a bag of popcorn the last three nights. Except I guess popcorn is sorta good for you? Better then chips at least. I LOVE burnt popcorn. I...I absolutely adore it. I don't know why but my mouth just waters at the thought of a charred kernel of corn! I know I'm in the minority on it but holy cats n' gowns! AMAZAZAZAING! But according to Briana if you eat too much popcorn it causes cancer. Well, she said it'd take a bag a day for 20 years but still!

When I write I lean my head on my right shoulder. Not all the time just when I write for a prolonged period of time. I wonder if it has something to do with which side of my brain I'm using. But I don't know what side of the brain is for writing.

Oh tiny morsels of charred goodness. Unleash your flavor of fire on to me.

You know Bear, of course you know Bear. Bear says that if you're in the wilderness, as I often find myself, if you eat something that upsets your tum tum you can snack on some charcoal from a fire to sooth the belly.

I also learned that from watching Emergency Vets on a regular basis in my youth. A dog would eat 14 pounds of bakers chocolate, rut roo Shaggy!, So they'd shove a tube down a dogs throat and pour in some charcoal solution.

I had a dream about having a dog last night. Then I made the mistake of googling black lab puppies and like a true idiot got overly giddy at the puppies with a bunch of "ooooh my goodness look at yoooooou!" in that sort of high pitched voice were it's a mix of baby talk and the voice of a person who chain smokes Parliaments. You know the voice, I know you do. Then I proceeded to melt into a puddle of goo.

Well, I don't really have to do anything until 6 tomorrow but I should really do something crazy like study or proofread.

Peace and popcorn grease.