Sitting here, waiting for inspiration to come. Seems nothing is ready to help me yet. Distractions; internet, food, music. Facebook. Sounds good? Not really. Chocolate? It'll do. Tunes? Dance party. Brain on rewind, reviewing things that have happened as there is nothing to focus on right now. Typing fingers tap incessantly against keys. Three more weeks and this torture will be over. It's sort of a love-hate relationship. I can't decide. The word document gets larger and larger... word count ever rising towards that unfathomable goal. Will I make it? I sort of doubt it. But I'll be proud of myself, no matter what. I took it on, and I haven't given up. That's what truly counts. Right? Still can't decide. Confusion. Annoyance at the confusion. Resentment of the confusion that causes the annoyance. Emotions create a never-ending conga line through my head. Great, exactly what I need. Yet this sparks imagination, I hear the engine of creativity revving somewhere in the distance. It could be awhile 'til it gets here. Might as well make the most of my distractions before I have to beat them out of existance. Toodles.