Mental Blockage

Where has the inspiration gone? Being busy is a pain. When you finally get a free moment to sit and write there is nothing to write about.

*strains* Uurrrrgh, Urrurgh!

*looks for results*

*strains more* Uuouuourrrrgh, UuurrurrRGGHH!

It's no use. This mental constipation won't pass with brute force methods. I need a mental laxative. I suppose I could read company procedures and policies, but that would probably be overkill. Best not to even think about what comes out after that. No, I'd be better off with some good cerebral roughage. I'll find some later tonight.