A brief entry to appreciate writer’s block.
I have an SI.com column due in the morning. But I also have strep throat. Which sucks. I try drinking tea and tea and more tea, mixed with some honey. But then, in between cups, my throat gets even sorer. So I dry sucking on a throat drop, but after three or four sucks I just end up chewing the thing. And that doesn’t help me so much.
Then, when I’m supposed to be writing. I Google. Or go to YouTube. Or look up random people like him. And him. And her. Or I sit here and blog about blogging. Which sure is lame. Or I try and plan my 20-year high school reunion for 2010. Which only reminds me that I’m older than much of the world, and certainly older than, oh, 95% of the people who also enjoy the Real World on MTV.
OK, back to writing.