Work

Something I have a problem with, work ethic. I deal with too many distractions. Hold on, my hands are freezing right now making typing a bit of a chore. It's like I just felt up Frosty the Snowman. OK that's a little better. As I was saying, work ethic is one of my biggest bugaboos. Sure, when I first started Medicated Minutes I made numerous posts all in a single day. Those were some writings from the past that I dredged up and knocked the dust off and posted for your sheer entertainment. I have plenty of writings left but so many of them are incomplete thanks to my work ethic. So I'm forced to write entries like this to keep the blog current where I'm out of witty sayings and phrases so expertly turned. There is nothing special about writer's block, besides I don't think I have writer's block. I'm just out of ideas. If I was able to snatch a good idea out of the great celestial wireless I would write the shit out of it. That reminds me, I did have an idea recently for a sitcom. It's about conjoined twins, one of whom is a Harvard educated astrophysicist and Nobel Prize winner. The other is mentally retarded. I even thought of a catchy sitcomish name for the show, "I'm With Stupid." It would never make it to air, too many protesters in wheelchairs holding up their misspelled signs and mumbling protest chants outside of the network headquarters; that is until an ice cream truck drives by and they wheel and limp after the vehicle with the pretty colors and funny music. I'm forcing it. Ah, caffeine doesn't work anymore. I'm switching to crack.