Writer's Bloc, er, Block

Damn. Damn. Damn.

All right, the reason for all this frustration stems from the fact that I find myself walking around in my circles in my life. Or maybe backwards even. As the holidays shift into overdrive and the whoop-dee-fucking-doo spirit draws ever so close, I get into this phenomenally foul mood rivalling the definition of sourpuss.

And there is that be-damned John Lennon Christmas ditty.

Funny, I made no progress or so it feels. Therapist says to acknowledge the little things, people around me go jet-setting, relatives hitting the high points in their lives and yet... Bah, no point dwelling in Loserville.

Welcome to my life. Lucked out.