The Block. No, that's not code for constipation, thanks for asking.

It's hitting.  The Block.  Do you know what I mean?  Not the lack of movements, ifyouknowwhatImean.  I mean....(duh duh dummmm) Writer's Block. 

I could be all professionalish and just ignore it.  I could plow right through.  I could pull something witty and interesting from the bowels of the youtubes. 

But I shan't today.

Nay. 

Today I shall just post something I've posted before.  No, it's not the video of "Party in the USA".  You can quit rolling your eyeballs.  Besides, I've already posted that like, idk, 47 times already.  Don't even act like you don't get excited when it's on the radios.

So.  For you, my friends.  Especially those who suffer from The Block. 

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I need a Cure.


“OK, Kearsie, what seems to be the problem?”



“Well, Doctor, it’s my writing. Every time I sit down to write, I freeze.”


“Hmm. Have you tried wearing gloves? I hear Isotoners work wonders.”


“Erm, no. Not that kind of freeze. I mean, I can’t write anything.”


“Sounds like a clear case of illiteracy. There are programs at the local school that can cure that in a few months, if you’ll dedicate yourself to hard work and--”


“No, that’s not what I mean either! Sigh. What I mean is, I don’t know what to write or how to write-er, no, scratch that last part. I know how to write just fine.”


“So, you mean you don’t know what to write. Do you write…words?”


“Are you kidding me? Of course I write words. I write lots of words. Some big words, some small words, silly words like discombobulate or vaginal or--”


“Kearsie, I don’t understand. You say you can’t write but it seems that indeed, you can.”


“Well, what I mean is, I can’t write anything…funny.”


“I see. Hold out your arm, please.”


“Like this?”


“Yes. Now, bend it to a 38 degree angle. No no, that’s 57 degrees. Bend it just a little more.”


“Ok, like this?”


“Yes, let me just take a look. Mm hmm, mm hmm. I see the problem. It’s a sprain on your funny bone. It happens all the time. I suggest you read two of these and call me in the morning if you’re not better.”


“Ok, that sounds easy enough. Thanks, Doc…Well, can I take off this paper dress?”


“Erm, that’s not an examination gown. It’s a wad of paper towels I used to wipe up my spilled coffee.”