Or So I Thought.

Apparently genius has its “exhaustion” stage. Expected, but not wanted.

If I were a Haiku writer then all that’s left to work with are my measures. However, I am NOT a Haiku writer. I am…a… uh… *statement is a draft (?)*

This is not writer’s block. Unfortunately this is as real as a calorie-congested can of Coca-Cola. And tomorrow, the calories, I mean the “misopportunity” (as they put it at work) is still undeniably there.