Weeds and Roots

A creative dry spell. My eyes feel like milky marbles. There is probably something better than sitting in front of the computer retracing my tracks on Facebook.

Here is today:
I plunge a knife into a tub of cream cheese and bring it back up with a big hefty glob. The more that I look at this glob, the more I understand how badly I want to fling it at something.
Slightly Stoopid is playing and he has decided to snap to the beat.
"Stop snapping," I say.
He continues.
"If you don't stop snapping, I'm going to glob you with cream cheese." Now I have a reason.
He keeps snapping. I'm excited.
"I'll do it," I say.
A few snaps later, I flick my wrist and the glob flies solidly and does something on his shirt, plops, glops, blops, plobs; onomatopoeia escapes me. He exclaims indignantly and tries to wipe it off, eventually making the mess three times worse.
"Let me," I offer. I wet a paper towel and take my time.

Bad
Dirty hair
Zits
Bad clothes
Feeling pretentious
Feeling annoying
Having talked an inordinate amount
Unproductivity (sometimes)

Good
Waking up just before the alarm goes off
Nooks
Honest work for honest pay
Cleanliness