Hands go numb…

I sometimes wonder if I should sit on my hands and let them go numb just to change the sensation of typing. Maybe that new impetus would get me to start writing again. Then again, it isn’t my typing skillz (I got some mad skillz from my days in the IRC, mind you.) that are in need of an adjustment. It’s my lovely brain… well my mind… that needs adjusting like a crooked back on a chiropractor’s table. Crack… crack. Of course, if I wrote out my dreams, I would apparently be a romance novelist. ::shudder:: Well, according to one dream anyways. However, the rest of them would be a mixture of gothic realism and night-of-the-living dead rip-offs. (Stupid walking dead. Why can’t they stick their rotten butts into someone else’s dreams.) My dreams wouldn’t be such bad stories, but somehow I am sure someone else could do them one better.

Anyways, I’ve got to at least keep pretending that I plan to start writing again someday. That trick has got to work sometime. And thus, I keep filling this blog up with meaningless sh… stuff.

Boy do my fingers feel all tingly all of a sudden…