Unplugged.

If you've known me for some time, then you'd probably be thinking that the title of this post refers to relief from constipation. It doesn't though - although I must admit that I would have used it if I were to bring this blog down a notch by posting something scatological; however, in this age of barstucks and dulcolax, I have yet to be pushed to that extreme.

"Freewriting" is what I'm trying to get into here. According to Wikipedia, it can help reverse writer's block. Other potential remedies include: taking a break (done that, minimal effect), brainstorming (was more of a passing shower than tropical cyclone), asemic writing (I've never been much of a doodler - OMG it's been such a long time since I've checked out doodie.com, I wonder if it even still exists! -) and "chunking" (sounds pornographic, didn't bother).

It helped somewhat over the weekend, but I'm still four pages short of a full speech. I'm really sick of writing speeches for politicians who get paid millions a year, while what I receive is something akin to their pocket change. So much effort, so little return. The most annoying bit is the delivery - it's never like how I imagined it while writing it. It's the system: competition in the public eye to vie for political positions is obsolete here, hence qualities like verve, charisma and elocutionary excellence are pish.

I'm fairly certain I ordered a cinnamon & raisin bagel with my mocha this morning. I'm quite enjoying this sesame one, but I kinda wish that the barstucks peeps wouldn't get my order wrong so often just because I'm nice and friendly to them. Blah blah blah. I think I'm warmed up enough now.


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