I plunked out a few hundred words--in between fiddling with ticklish eyelashes, picking lint off my blanket, inspecting my cuticles, staring at my dog, thinking about Lost, daydreaming about RT, wondering why my hip is hurting, trying to figure out if I'll have time to write during lunch at work tomorrow, wondering when my mp3 player's battery is going to die, taking off my eye makeup, quizzing my husband about his new video game, changing position 1,583 times, listening to the echoes I can hear through my headphones in Sarah McLachlan's "Answer" and wondering if they're there on purpose, thinking about what I'll write in this entry and considering then dismissing the idea of searching for a picture of a magpie to post in this entry.
*smacks forehead*
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