Day 8 - Squeezing Rubik's Cubes Out of My Bones
To quote George Harrison - "Shorter blog entries of a lower quality must pass". Otherwise this daily task becomes too daunting an obligation and I don't want to resent it. I could do without losing interest in yet another hobby. I'll be scraping the barrel, tormentedly doing crosswords and Rubik's Cubes with a crazed false grin, scaring children at the local games cafe. Doing a bad job of something is good for both peace of mind and for the local community.
A hangover seems like a good excuse for the first poor showing. I'm proud of myself for squeezing anything at all out of my brain. Are there any more dregs I can wring out of it? I'm struggling. It must be bone dry. A bone dry brain. A bone dry brain bounded by bone dry bone. Bone. Bone. Bone. Bone. Bone. Bone. Bone.
Bloggers sometimes say that in the moments when you really can't think of anything to write and really have to force it, that is often where the best material comes from. Well it isn't working this time. They must have much wetter heads than me.
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