The Late-Night Thoughts of Jack Daniels
Okay, it's late, and I feel like writing but I can't think of anything good, so it's rambling time. Writer's block sucks terribly. You can have no idea unless you've had it before. It sucks even more when you want to write something, but you can't think of the one thing that would start it going, like a faucet. Except a writer's blocked faucet is missing the little key you have to stick in there before you can turn it on.
What am I talking about, you ask? You know the hose spigots in the park, with the little square thing set inside a circle? You're supposed to take a key and stick it there so you can turn it.
Spigot is a cool word. I could say "spigot" for hours. Actually, I think I would, if someone were in here for me to drive insane by saying "spigot." It's no fun to drive yourself insane without someone else to take along.
I don't know what insane people are complaining about; their rooms are cool! I would kill to have a little room with padded walls, floor, and ceiling, and nothing else to get in the way! Talk about a way to vent some frusteration. Bouncing off of the walls, literally! Yeah! Speaking of odd rooms, I think a room that was literally trampolines from wall to floor to ceiling would be unspeakably cool. It'd have to be a huge room, of course, with none of those little metal bars that you can rack yourself on. I would spend hours in a room like that, just throwing myself in the air and doing tricks.
It's almost like flying. Yeah, I know, everyone has dreams of flying, but it's cool anyway. Being up in the air is the most incredible sensation, probably because we aren't used to it. If I could survive the fall, I would definately volunteer to get in a catapault aimed straight up, just for the experience.
Anyone else here think I'm insane because I think it's fun to throw myself around in padded rooms and fly through the air? Wait a minute...I don't remember what I started writing about. I can only think back to the spigot part. Hold on just a moment... Ah, that's it, writer's block.
Damn it. I lost my train of thought.