I haven't been able to come up with my A-game lately. Creativity is a cruel gift to possess. It comes to different people in different amounts. Some people are overflowing with an abundance of creativity and never seem to run out of good ideas. And on the other side of the coin, there are people whose idea of creativity is repeating a joke that some guy said at work. You don't choose to be creative. Creativity chooses you. You can't force it. Oh Lordy, don't try to force it!
Have you ever tried to just sit down and bang out something original? I don't recommend it. You'll try to force yourself and eventually you're going to rupture something. You might even accidentally take a shit from thinking so hard. Then you have to spend the rest of the evening cleaning up your own fecal matter. Not my idea of a good night. Or, what is most likely to happen, you'll tear your brain. You will get the mental equivalent of a hemorrhoid. And it's just as painful as the butt variety. What makes it worse, there's no preperation-h for a brain hemorrhoid. There's no little tube that you can swab on the inside of you ear and suddenly you can do math again. Doesn't work that way. And how do I know this? Because I am not a doctor, that's how!
Having said all of this for seemingly no real reason (but then again, what does have any real reason to it?), it leads me to my point. And that point is sharp; I poked myself with it and it drew blood, then I had to clean that up. Again, not my ideal evening.
Eh, goodnight folks.
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