I got Nothin'

so, I'll write anything. Off the cuff..before I have to go to a "regroup on direct mail and print" meeting... getting paid to write. Albeit, writing to convince you people to buy crap you don't need...

11 minutes til said meeting.
What to do...what a to-do.

I got all kinds of things running around in my brain but no words, sentences, clauses, phrases or conjuction-junctions to...junction... them.

10 minutes. To find out what stays or what goes. Which of my words suck and which sell the product.
9 minutes. K, this is starting to feel like that "how do you measure a year" song from fucking Rent. Which I will NOT be seeing by the way.
8. 8 MINUTES! AH AH AH!

Jesus. this is just ...
sad.
You know what I need??
Smooching. remember smooching??? Man, I do. Didn't do too much of that over the past 9 months and 20 days and 700 minutes.. OH MY GOD THAT FUCKING SONG.

k, well, I'll head to that meeting now. With the smooching on the brain.
le sigh.