I haven’t been feeling very inspired lately. I know it’s my brain’s way of saying:
I want a vacation.
Stop saying Yes!
(It’s Ok, you know, to say No.)
I’m at least not inspired by the writing of the sketch that’s due today.
It’s not ready.
It sounded so good when it was playing on the movie-screen of my Third Eye. Getting it to the page, on the other hand, has been like …
Remember when Bugs Bunny would try to make the turkey skinny to save him from Thanksgiving dinner by putting him in a sweatbox?
Like that. The sketch in question is a sweatbox, and I’m burned out on it.