Writer's Block

Dag-Flabbit! It is that time of the day when I am dead. Lunch is upon me, I can hear the kids in the Common's Area enjoying that delicious Little Caesar's pizza and it just makes me a little sad inside. I can't believe that a few short feet (it seems like miles really) away there are people who don't have to worry about class, who don't have to worry about coming up with something interesting to blog about, who aren't stressing about the fact that they didn't read their A Tale of Two Cities assigned reading last night, who are worried more about why that person looked at them funny or who are marveling at how good that Little Caesar's pizza tastes. Dag-Flabbit! Why can't my life be that easy? Why is the glorious 30 minute time (also known as lunch) so glorious? Why can't everyday be lunch? What is the big deal behind Little Caesar's pizza? Dag-Flabbit! Why do those kids out in the Commons Area have to be so boisterous in their revelries over the delicious pizza while I'm wilting in English class from the heat and the strain to my brain of trying to come up with a blog post? Why? Why? Why? Dag-Flabbit! What does that word even mean? Where did it come from? Should all interjections rhyme with rabbit? The course of these words and questions and interjections is completely crazy. I'm not even sure I follow them myself. So if you are confused, don't sweat it! Just say a good "Dag-Flabbit!" and move on with your life. There are more important things than this completely nonsensical blog that was born out of a completely natural feeling of hunger and discombobulation. I just want to go home and enjoy my weekend. I miss my dog, I miss my blanket, and most of all I miss my teddy bear. His name is Joseph and he's been a part of the family since 1998. Man, I really need a break or some Little Caesar's Pizza. Dag-Flabbit! Why is the world so cruel?

And so we go.


This post is dedicated to Writer's Block, thank you for somehow giving me inspiration from nothing and nothing from inspiration.