Finding solitude in shadows...hating the light

Today I sit here listening to depressing music and attempting to write.

I can't tell you how well that's not going.

But at least the music is keeping me from smashing the keyboard in frustration. I hate writer's block. It's like nails on a chalkboard ringing throughout my brain. I nearly visibly cringed when a thought NEARLY surfaced only to be lost. Heh. Why I keep attempting to write at all baffles me. Probably because I don't have anything better to do, aside from sitting here and blogging.

Hunger torments me. McDonald's calls to me. I'd burst into a cult-like chant (something to the effect of "McDonalds....McDonald's...come forth my Mcdonalds...") had I the energy to do so. Perhaps I'll go there later if I can find the money to do so. Meheheheheheheh. I have pennies...maybe I'll hand them six hundred of them to get a value meal.

And what a value meal I would have.

I'm in the mood for nuggets today. It's usually that, or the chicken sandwhich. And fries....oh...the glory that is fries. Some of my very being lives off of that stuff.

I think I'm going to shut up about food. The thought is giving me a headache.

Then again, I always have a headache.

This morning I was flipping through the channels and all I saw on TV were talk shows. Everywhere. They're a plauge only slightly less horrific than reality TV. What I don't understand though, is the really trashy ones. Dont' get me wrong, Jerry Springer showing us fat chicks wearing next to nothing and getting into a cat fight is briefly hilarious, but in the end, is incredibly stupd, and makes a mockery of our entire society.

Who would even want to be on the show anyway?

It's like voluntary public humilation. If you want to get into a fight, and argue with your ex or something, do so...but not on national television. And if some people find it overwhelmingly entertaining, doesn't that tell you that all you are is a pawn in the freakshow that is American television?

Apparently, no one seems to care whether it is or not.

But whatever. Television is crashing and burning anyway. Talk shows fueling the fire only make the death a little quicker...even if it is more painful for the rest of us.

Time to go and wallow in my Buffy DVDs.