Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

Is it possible to cure writers block by writing something that isn't what you started out trying to write? (Even if that thing that you write is a run on sentence that requires several seconds to parse.)

I am writing words now, so technically, yes, it does seem to be true, but the true test will come momentarily when I return to the thing I actually need to be writing.

The thing that I need to be writing has the potential to be sort of a big deal (to me) and I'm not quite ready to talk about it yet, but it's taking up all of my time.

Oh, also? I applied for a professor job at a community college today. That I am willing to talk about, but I find myself with very little to say. I filled out an application, wrote a page about why I'd be good at the job, a page about my teaching philosophy, and then submitted the whole shebang along with my resume and transcript. It was very exciting - but it's possible that I'm letting Community cloud my judgement. Anyway, even if Jeff Winger doesn't show up, I think it's a job I would both enjoy and perform well.

That is if psychic detective is completely off the table.

P.S. Our toilet is bound and determined to run, and it's going to drive me fucking insane. In my townhouse the toilet ran but a) you could fix it by jiggling the handle and b) I always blamed it on the ghost that lived there with me, so it never really affected my life. This? This is either my fault, Crockett's fault, or no one's fault, and when one is faced with a running toilet, one does not simply blame no one. And the handle jiggle is completely useless. It's very irritating.

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