Is anybody out there...there....there...there...
Help me...me...me...me...

Obviously I am not a bloggist, blogger or bloggerist.  
I don't have the internal discipline to keep a diary.
I don't think my daily stumblings through the day coalesce in a way which is meaningful to anyone but me.
 Id be bored if I had to read about my daily exploits because there are many, many, days in which I do nothing, except stare at a screen grasping about in my massive vacuum of a brain, for something to throw on it.  
Like now.  
Im just disgusted with myself for being unable to find any words over the last three weeks of any worth, whatsoever, to write anywhere.  No blogs, no poetry, no short stories, no novels no nothing...

I have however been drawing...

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...and reading lots and lots...

 

and watching a lot of 'QI', 'Big Bang Theory', 'Criminal Minds' and 'the Mentalist' (the latter which is sliding more and more towards the ridiculous with plot holes you could dock the QEII in!)  

Why am I doing this...because I am 
stuck, stuck, stuck.... 

I've had a sore throat for months, this Graves Disease thing-a-my is life sapping torture and the amount of meds I have to take every day would fell a freekin elephant...which is the size I'm heading for, as the meds, disease, and inertia of sitting in front of a blank screen is dealing to me, mentally and physically...

before...A
after...  



AAAAAAAAAAAArrrrrrrrgh lordy miss bloody claudy....
PLEASE...
IMAGINATION....
GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.