I gots me a nice li'l writer's block going on, and I'm poopysad cuz I moved away from the rest o' my band. It's a fuckpoop week for me, stupid, dumb career. I wonder how long this writer's block'll last. Usually, it goes away, even though it feels like it'll never go away every time it happens. The thing is, I had a writer's block that lasted a whole year once, and that makes subsequent ones more ominous. Then again, the song that broke that writer's block was The Art of Suffering, so maybe that made that entire year of dryness worth it. I should post that song on this blog, when I get the energy. I'll do that. For now I'm gonna go back to bed-poops.