Accompanying me are my mug of tea, headphones, and Reese’s
Pieces.
I space out and dwell on the love affair between chocolate
and peanut butter.
Man, I hate Nutella. The thought of tasting it makes my
taste buds shudder.
‘Oh yeah,’ I think, ‘I’m writing this paper,’ as I stare at
the blinking cursor.
I begin to wish words would just magically appear—a writer’s
block reverser.
I select the header and type the running head, failing to
get ahead with this paper.
What if I just drop out, take to the streets, and live my
life as a penny scraper?
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