i'm in kind of a television space.

Between the maddeningly good storytelling on Dexter, Mad Men, Breaking Bad, House MD and The Office (and, sure, yeah, Community, Glee and 30 Rock deserve honorable mention), I don't much feel like resuming writing. Even though there's no reason to do so in the first place.

But I want to be writing. Late last night, I wrote in my head, lay in bed and scribbled out thoughts in the margins of my brain, wrote so many pieces, leaping from one target to another, so sure I should be up, writing.

Not necessarily here. Just - in a file. Somewhere I could tuck into a slot on the hard-drive and - let drop. Away. Away from my psyche.

I haven't been able to get away from my thoughts in recent past. Part of that is, yes, having hiked apace from writing blog posts, but the other part is -- lots of parts. Little pieces. But this isn't a puzzle. And I'm not attempting to solve it, even if it WERE a puzzle stop looking at me like I'm double-teaming this entry with a television show okay FINE. I am. It's Community. That lead guy is hot, in a not-that-hot-but-super-funny-enough-to-gloss-up-the-looks-a-skoshke. And he kinda reminds me of that one guy I was nuts about in the late nineties, the one I thought was the one until I found out he was married. Good thing I didn't fall into the LUUVVVV with HIM. HahahahHAHAHa. Boo yah. Showed him. Yeeeeaaaaah.

Uh.

I'm gonna go get some punkin cheesecake.

It's homemade. WITH FRESH PUNKIN.

Yo.