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22nd Febraury, 2002 - 7:47pm

Applying for a Creative License

I have this tremendous urge to write something.

I also have this tremendous urge to melt some chocolate and eat it with a spoon, so maybe I shouldn't pay too much attention to my urges.

Trouble is, I can't think of anything I want to write about. Nothing worth writing about happened to me today:

I cleaned the bathroom, but by the time I finished I was so sweaty and dirty I suspect the dirt merely transferred it self from the bathroom fixtures to me. I had to have a shower - so now it's not as pristine as it was when I first finished cleaning. Basically, I removed all the dirt from the bathroom, and then put it back.

That's probably the most exciting thing I did all day - in between the playing of Playstation and opening the fridge door every twenty minutes to see if any Diet Coke had miraculously appeared since I last checked. So why am I so desperate to write?

Maybe it's not the actual "writing" that I'm drawn to right now. Maybe it's simply a matter of keeping occupied: My fourteen year old sister is having two of her friends from school sleep over tonight, and they're currently draped over the couches, chatting. Maybe I want to keep occupied so I don't accidentally overhear any of their mind-numbing conversation.

That's probably it; and if the writing thing doesn't block out their yammering, then I'll just pour some melted chocolate into my ears.

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