Time of death:

There is just a point where you give it up. You're staring at the page, wondering where those last two hours went and why the paper hates you so very much. This occurred last night. Sometimes you really have to just accept the writer's block and call it a night before you kill someone in frustration.

I'll admit it, I had a short temper with a certain little girl who refused to sleep in a very reasonable expression of toddler behavior. Blocked creativity can do that to a lady. I'm doing better today but honestly, there are just times where I have to tell my daily word goal to "suck it," and do whatever I can.

For lunch today: Salad with lemon juice and olive oil. You're gonna get these updates till the snarkiness is out of my system. This could take awhile. ;)