What the heck is up with me? This inexplicable inability to write anything is really cramping my style. Maybe I should write about it. Maybe by writing about it, I'll gain some insight as to what's going on with me lately.
SO. The other day I tried to write something. And I failed. So I gave up. Then, the next day, I tried to write something else. And I failed at that too. So then I didn't write anything for the next three weeks. And that made me feel like a failure. So now I want to burn my computer and quit my job and move to a cabin in the woods and sell handmade jewelry on a street corner for a living. But I don't know how to make jewelry. So there's a strong possibility that I would only wind up destitute and lose the cabin and have to sleep in a tree and eat beetles and acorns for the rest of my short, disease-ridden existance.
Analysis: I want to quit my job and go live in a cabin in the woods and make jewelry for a living. I don't want to have to subsist on beetles. I feel like everything is ultimately my computer's fault.