The Word B

at the moment i am confronted by a massive case of writers block. it could have something to do with the fatigue feeling i seem to be fighting over the past few days. or it could be the dull ache in my head that is located somewhere behind my right eye. but really i have nothing to say. so rather than spout prose on a subject that i have no interest in, i will just dash my fingers across the keys in a vain attempt at sparking creativity.... still no luck. maybe a few more lines then i will be done. as a writer, i am at times confronted with this situation. it is a damned feeling to be living with. you walk around for days at a stretch either uninspired, unenthused, or simply not caring enough to write about anything significant, although you care because you cannot write, when all you really want to do is write. blah blah blah.
see what i mean? this shit is totally boring. i guess i just need to be confronted with something inspirational, but for the moment nothing is. the only thing i can get excited about is the fact that big brother australia is OVER. what a fucking lame television program! it really bugs me, and i can't believe people actually watch that crap, but they do. i know i have the power to change the channel or turn it off, and i do. it is all the advertising that goes with it that i have trouble avoiding. it is everywhere, and there is no escape. i try to tune it out, but it is difficult. so through my vain attempts to avoid the big brother phenomenon, and now my voicing my complaints about it, i too am sucked into the void. is big brother watching? who the fuck cares? and if it were true, what the fuck could we do about it anyways?
sorry if this post has depressed you. i feel worse off for it. but at least i got some words down. peace out.