At a loss for words at the moment. Writer's block.

So, um. Hi. Hello there.

It's technically Monday morning now as I write this. My brain is running on sugar. Not a good fuel to run a brain on. But it can work.

I get strange when I'm tired. Even stranger with sugar when I'm tired.

After walking out of a club, I once grabbed my friend and pretended to waltz with her in the street. I dipped her down, looked at her face, and discovered that it wasn't my friend. It was some other girl.

She had this frozen look of shock on her face. My friends were laughing like hyenas on speed. Except for the friend who I thought I was dancing with. Oops.

Um. Actually, that wasn't because I was tired and on sugar. It was more like alcohol. But you get the point.

The point being that it's technically Monday morning and my brain is wheezing out of gas.

I have a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup right here. Should I eat it? I shouldn't. But I want to. Should I? I shouldn't.

Oop, too late, I ate it. Mmmm.

Hasn't cured my writer's block though. And my brain is getting fuzzier.

Fuzzy like a bear. Did you know that I had a favorite teddy bear when I was younger? I used to carry around "Teddy" (very original name, eh?) so often that his fur became leathery, almost reptilian.

But I didn't mind. I still kept Teddy within arm's reach at all times.

How did I get into Teddy? Oh, um. Right, sugar in the brain. Like insane in the membrane.

You know what's pretty cool? Cypress Hill's "(Rock) Superstar" song. It ain't nothing original. Anthrax, Beastie Boys, and Aerosmith have done the rap-rock crossover eons ago (no, Limp Bizkit and Korn didn't start this trend).

But the song's got a nice rhythm to it. I dig the ding ding ding sounds. What's that instrument called again? Xylophone? Is that spelled right? That spelling looks wrong for some reason. Hmmm.

Anyway, it's a cool song. I heard it being used on the Training Day soundtrack too. Haven't seen that movie yet, but it looks like it might be entertaining. I'm sure it ain't nothing groundbreaking either, like "(Rock) Superstar," but let me get off the originality train for a bit and return to my point.

Which was, ummm…

Man, shouldn't have eaten that Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. I haven't eaten anything else all night and now that chocolate cup ain't sitting well in my stomach. Ick.

So I still can't think of anything to write. Damn writer's block.

But you forgive me, right? At least I didn't do too much sugar and get weird on you. I'd better to grab Teddy and waltz with him to the xylophones playing in my head now.

. . .

What's on your mind right now?