frustration

more of a scene really--making fun of myself as a human being again.

  "Arrrrrgh" I growl as I finally lean back in my chair after rewriting a sentence over and over and over and over.....

   "Not good not good not good notgood!" I mumble Jack Sparrow-esquely rumaging through my messy desk. I chuckle to myself connecting a lost piece of writing to a comforting bottle of rum. "Notgoodnotgoodnotgood..." Where was it? "Not here nothere notherenothere..." I give up, pushing away angrily from the poor abused desk and rolled across the room until I hit something--a wall I think-- and an expensive ceramic vase clatters on to the hardwood floor, breaking into pieces. Like my brain, I think laughing again. I roll over to my bed hoping to find another chocolate bar somewhere under my pillow. Turns out my unlimited chocolate supply has limits, poor things, being eaten by a crazed lunatic.  

   Then my searching fingers encounter a smooth rectangular object...A book. I cover it up  again and tell it to go away. What I pretend I don't know can't hurt me, in this case, a book six months overdue.

   I use my hazardous navigating skills to propell myself back to the computer, waiting patiently for me as usual. I curse fluidly at the empty screen. I write the sentence over yet again, I watched his slender fingers moving rapidly across the fingerboar-- "EEkkkgghrgh!" I strangle out in exasperation, my left hand crawling across the small area of the desk to a refreshing tall glass of some liquid or other. I nearly spit it back out but manage to gurgle it down my throat while bellowing, "WHO PUT SUGAR IN MY TEA!!!" I make a face, recieving no answer--of course, people like to be out of the house while I'm writing.

   I grumble my way over to the kitchen...

 

No wonder people leave me alone. 

Author's Note

Did I mention I've got a jar of dirt?

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[The Chocoholic]

The flow is sad, I know, ignore that, todays not exactly the best writing day, y'see