BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU ASK FOR, YOU THREE:

Bad days, bad days. Block'd like I've never been block'd b'fore (as bad as it gets - ideas in mind, no ability to flesh 'em out). One 'ticular assignment, months late, hanging over my head like the shiv of Damo Cleese (John's Japanese half-brother). Grouchy, hateful, envious, jealous of those around me able to perform without breaking a sweat. Stagnating. Atrophying. Need help. Should I just drop the delusion? Give up the ghost? Get on with my life (such as it is)? Leave it to the actual talents? Goddammit. Goddammit. Goddammit.