Ah jeez

12 hours ago I was awake and staring helplessly at the computer screen, the red brick wall of writer’s block grinning as stoically as mentally projected walls would, failing over and over again to properly process the simplest of news into rewritten news. 12 hours later I’m sitting here half asleep wondering why I couldn’t stop thinking of words that never stayed still and why I let them jeopardise my sleep. It’s like half my mind isn’t quite my own. Maybe it’s an organ on loan.

At any rate, 3 a.m. does not allow me to make any sense.

I’m doing what any respectable 3 a.m. insomniac would; try to tire himself to sleep. Basically my methods require me to get rid of the words that gnaw and terrorize my brain in unholy conjugation, but they don’t normally stay still long enough to make them out. So I figure I’ll just tempt them out. By writing. See if it works.

So far it’s working just as well as jumping over the Cape of Good Hope knowing that it’ll cure cancer. Forever.

Argh. This isn’t good. There’s an event at Cyberjaya tomorrow and I would need the better functionalities of this insipid brain to clear off my news before getting started with the piling features and reviews. From the way things are going, I’ll be attending the event tomorrow stoned to a tacit, irresponsive state and spending the other part of the day shaking my fist at that damned writer’s block wall.

If I’m lucky, I won’t turn crazy and start yelling quotes from The Planet of the Apes at the speech-makers. It wouldn’t be nice for the Energizer CEO to hear “You Maniacs! You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to hell!” right after concluding his speech about how marvellous their battery worked powering the lights of insane people trying to run a marathon at night.

Right. I think I’m done here. I think I’ll go try and sleep again.

Damn words better stop bugging me.