Inspire me...

Sittin' Indian style on the stained couch on a Saturday night. Belly full of bacon and peanut butter and somehow I feel nothing. Not even outrage at the lack of outrage at the use of 'Indian style.'  The dull pangs of what may be depression or a pelvic infection are really making it difficult to dig in and find that spark to write the next great masterpiece. I use 'masterpiece' very loosely. Like so loose, I really mean 'spelled almost completely correctly.' The setting is perfect to let it all hang out, and yet I 'm rushing to finish this blog post because We Are the Millers is coming on HBO. Jennifer Aniston trumps life.