Transfusing the Stone

If my hit tracker and site stats are to be believed, I get the most views if I post something topical around 5pm on a weekday. The thing is, I can’t always get excited about something topical, and lately I’ve been at work around 5pm on weekdays and my job barely affords me the time to get up and go to the bathroom, let alone to sit and compose a post that makes some sense and contains a few jokes. One of which is probably about dicks.

I’ve been meaning to write something here for the past few days and on my regular schedule, but with work plus a stack of other writing assignments deadlines, I feel like I’ve been living inside my own head more than usual lately, and that’s a spooky place to try and write. Especially with the writing. Even the stuff that interests me is hard to get around, and I’ve been envisioning myself taking part in the old cliché of getting blood from a stone. Like, literally, in my imagination, I’m squatting on the ground and grunting at a stone in my hand because I can’t squeeze any blood out of it. Clearly, my self-esteem has some problems.

My schedule gets kind of back to normal tomorrow, and then I don’t have to close the office at all in August, so I should be getting into my old habits again, the ones where I come home at 4pm, immediately change into some fat pants, and spend an hour or more staring at a computer because I apparently don’t get enough of that at work already.

About erineph

I'm Erin. I have tattoos and more than one cat. I am an office drone, a music writer, and an erstwhile bartender. I am a cook in the bedroom and a whore in the kitchen. Things I enjoy include but are not limited to zombies, burritos, Cthulhu, Kurt Vonnegut, Keith Richards, accordions, perfumery, and wearing fat pants in the privacy of my own home.
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