Waiting for divine inspiration to strike. I've been waiting for a while now, and well, I am yet to be struck. Usually my muse hides in waiting 'til deadlines loom, and then she reveals herself. So, yeah, this muse thing really isn't, well, amusing.
Patience only lasts so long when impending due dates are in just a few hours.
Maybe she just doesn't know where to look for me. In fact, I'm here right now, in the basement of Hawthorne and Longfellow. What an interesting place this little computer room is. The guy next to me is making faces at his computer screen-I wonder if he can see his reflection or the paper that he is writing demands that he make faces. Making Faces 101, now there's a course I should try.