I’m stuck.  Every time I sit down to create something, draw something, or work on something even the slightest bit artsy, it’s like a plug gets pulled in the mental bathtub and all them ideas just swirl on down the drain.  The focus just ain’t there.

It’s gotten to the point where I can almost hear that metaphorical plug being pulled.  It sounds like my ears popping.

And all that’s left is a scratchy, unpleasant chill, and a lump.  And several blue words.

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I’ve been looking online for a good service/site to help me work out some color scheme… difficulties with our internal website for a decent amount of time today.

Some of the pages are proving difficult to use, so if we adapt the color scheme to better readability and so-on, it’s a good thing, right?

Well, it is until you actually start searching for these magical tools.  It’s like trying to catch leprechauns.  With water and health food.  Kashi, or something like that.

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Chasing ideas that will not stay put inside my head.  A strange set of echoes slide through my thoughts that doesn’t seem to have a original sound.  Every action today just seems to trail away.

I hate it when I wake up on the wrong side of my mind.

Must be November making it’s campsite inside my head.  It’s hard to focus on anything.

Maybe I’m depressed.  Or maybe I’m being a whiny little bitch.

Sundays have just been weird to me over the last two weeks.

Have fun, readers.  Sorry I ain’t got anything remotely interesting.

Skåll!!!

I just got back from my walk to the coffee shop, and was thinking the whole way.  Well, what else is there to do on a nine-ish block walk?  I’m not really a Sudoku player, after all.

This week was a blur.  I mean, really — I think back and it’s like the starship Enterprise jumping into warp speed or something.  But instead of streaking stars, it’s streaking cubes and chairs and computers and office supplies.  Kind of a disturbing mental image, now that I ponder it…

My boss as Captain Jean Luc Picard…

I think I gave myself a case of the jibblies.

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I just awoke thinking in and mumbling aloud in French.  More advanced French usage, (words and sentence construction,) than I have spoken or thought for about 13 years.

En français!!!

The title is the second-to-last phrase I thought of, and said aloud.  Enfin, je l’ai dit: «Oui, mais français est le clé.»

I’m a little confused.

Well, since today seems to be shaping into one of those odd days, let’s see where it goes — eh?

Skåll!!!

P.S. (13:18): For those that don’t understand french: http://translate.google.com — copy, paste, click five times.