Swing harder. Is that the best you can do?

I’ve stared at this for about half an hour now without any inspiration to write.

I guess stating the problem is the best way to start. I flipped through three books on finding your creative inspiration today at B&N, as well as read a less than thrilling article on Viggo Mortensen in GQ and giggled at someone who had fallen asleep reading and was snoring loudly.

There was really only one creative technique I read about that I intend to try. We’ll see how that works out.

Otherwise… I think I’m going to have to stop eating, period. Everything that I put in my mouth is causing terrible acid reflux. Everything. Back to eating Gaviscon like candy and drinking milk non-stop just to ease the pain for a time. I have more prilosec, but I think I’ll try going on some bland slim-fast shakes for a while just to kill two birds, I guess.

Mom has diagnosed my new Cali boss with Adult ADD. I’ve been telling James and Brad some of the details of his memory loss, and I think they find it weird, too. On the bright side, as I discovered today, I can simply ignore his emails and when he complains, just say I called him about that and he believes me.

Tomorrow, I’m doing something I haven’t done since I started working from home…. I’m going to cheese. Not the best start to a few weeks of bland food, but can’t be helped. Must meet with Marc and David for the latest on the job front.

Enough.