don't you just love when you think you are inspired to write something amazing and then nothing flows from your fingers? it's just a big blank screen staring back at you. and slowly, after a few minutes of staring, the blank canvas and slight electrical buzz seem to transform into a quiet snicker and then an uprorious laughter. and then you curl into that fetal position and just let the music drown out the laughter and envelope your mind and soul until you can't feel anymore. but then all of a sudden you feel a hatred for the musicians you are listening to because you realize how creative and wonderful the lyrics and production of the song you are listening to is. so then you go on a maniacal rampage and flip tables and tear shit up until your parents grab you and shove that syringe into your arm and inject you with horse tranquilizers until you drift quickly into a foggy haze of sleep and awake several hours later all groggy and wonderful feeling...until you go insane once again from horse tranq withdrawals. don't you just love that? ...or maybe it's just me.