Blocked?

I haven't been able to write lately; or maybe I just don't feel like it. I'm pretty sure it has something to do with the fact that my baby furball has cancer and a tumor the size of a small mountain protruding from the middle of his back, right between his shoulder blades. Shaved with little pink stitches sticking out of it in four different places, it mocked me all of spring break, taunted me as a constant reminder that it was the reason fur was sleeping even more (shocking) and barely eating (even more shocking). Some people say distress and anguish make good writers even better and this can be true, but not this time. This time I just can't get those creative juices flowing. And this doesn't bode well since I have a paper due tomorrow, another due on Wednesday, an article due on Thursday (which I still haven't interviewed for), summer internships to apply for by the end of the week and, of course, the internship, class and production night. What, a mess.

But even if I did feel like writing there's not that much to write about, or at least anything positive. My mom said I should write an uplifting post, perhaps less critical than my previous ones. I'd love to because contrary to what some might think, I don't always thrive on negativity and don't always want to offer commentary on ridiculous things happening in this ridiculous world...just most of the time. But as usual, the world is a hot mess.

Natasha Richardson died early this week from a fall on a beginner's ski slope. Tragic, freak accident and so sad because I watched her more times than I can count in The Parent Trap. Just today cnn.com reported there were two plane crashes, one in Montana that killed seven children and seven adults and another in Tokyo that killed two Americans. Like I said, not flying ever again. Albany is getting more violent as the nice weather approaches. My block is fine but if you walk to the end of it and go straight or turn right, you're basically screwed. That's just grand. So much for saving money by walking everywhere this summer. I can feel myself getting sucked in by the NCAA tournament which is not good because I don't have time to reconnect with my old favorite team, Syracuse, and root for them since they're actually doing pretty good. Watching Siena muddle through this weekend reminded me why I only partake in one season of sports a year (football)...my blood pressure can't be spiked for so many months! A bunch of my television shows are having their season finales soon (what will I do without Jon and Kate Plus 8?!) so I guess that's good because it leaves more time for productivity but I normally can't function past 9 p.m. anyways so it's really just disappointing. On a happier note, Bolt comes out on DVD tomorrow! =)

I've decided that I need to find a way to get to L.A. for a live taping of Chelsea Lately and sooner rather than later would be advantageous since who knows what my future will look like in a few months. If I can get to L.A. and be within 10 feet of her, I'll be ready to become a real adult and be a part of the real world. Help, anyone?

Well I'm going to stop writing now because No. 1: I drank too much coffee and need to relieve myself and No. 2: I didn't have anything to say in the first place and I don't now so I should probably find something better to do with my time...although my supervisor isn't even here and I don't actually have any tasks. My next post will be phenomenal to make up for this mess, sorry!