"Stop Talking Brain Thinking Hush!"

~The Doctor

Most of my favorite quotes seem to come from the Doctor, come to think of it...

Writer's block is a terrible evil little troll who lives under every key on my computer and waits to leap out and bite off my fingers. But I have a solution! I read that to combat this dread creature I must dye a character's hair hot pink and sit back to see what happens...

...Pity that doesn't seem likely to help with a blog. :P What do I do now?

I should come up with a solution to blogger's block. Teeheehee, I think I have it! Toss in a Platypus and write about the day with one! hmmm... this could work... I think I'll give it a go!

So this morning I fully intended to wake at a reasonable hour and go to the gym, and be constructive all day long. Unfortunately, my platypus was simply far too cuddly and insisted that I stay in bed to keep it warm, as the blankets alone would never do. Being the naturally obliging person that I am (I almost managed to type that with a straight face, could you read it as such?), I obliged! Until a far later hour than I had hoped.

You see, I have a dreadful malady known as morning-spine-of-a-jellyfish. Does anyone know if there's a pill I can take for that? If you do, please let me know!

But I digress (I like that word, "digress", it makes me smile!), back to the platypi!

I finally managed to pry myself away from the cuddly platypus long enough to get ready for the day, then commenced to scrubbing down the bathroom. This is normally a fairly straight-forward job, but today was a bit more hazardous than usual. Today the shower needed a dousing, which meant using some special--and very heady--chemicals! Now I'm not normally one for using controlled substances, but this shower-scrubby-bubbles-stuff was ... whoo! I had to keep running out into the living room just make sure I still knew how many noses I had--which meant cleaning took a smidge longer than usual--but that's okay, the bathroom is nice & shiny now. :) Though the poor dog was rather confused, she couldn't quite make out why I kept running back & forth from the porch to the bathroom. Such irregular behaviour usually means a bath for her, so she was a bit edgy all morning. :)

Progressing, my youngest nephew came over and we spent some time waiting for his Grandma to get off the phone. We passed the time just like anyone else would: pretending we were superheroes, and showing off our moves! For some reason though, the kid couldn't decide on which hero he wanted to be. One moment he was sucking all my powers from me (I never did get out of him what those were exactly), then he was trapping me in a web while stoutly defending his title of Batman, next thing I know I'm being shadow-flamed by a dragon named Cynder! It was all very confusing. Then he calmed down and decided he was a kitty & I needed to buy him & bring him home... nevermind that I'm allergic to kitties & just want a nice goldfish, I must buy him & he's a kitty!

Then Mum called a halt to our antics by announcing her intent to vacuum & kicking me out for the afternoon. Aaaand here we are! :)

Well that was fun. :)

Alas though, my hour is almost up & I must needs run back home soon.

Cuddle your platypi everyday!