After a bunch o’ posts yesterday I find my brain frozen once again, unable to come up with something to focus on and write about after a day in which my brain was subjected to intense frazzling. But here I am writing anyway, because not writing results in…well, nothing being written. And one needs to write to improve one’s writing.
Here, then is a haiku on the bluhs, which are a variant on the blahs.
On the bluhs
The bluhs in winter
They will try to bring you down
Resolve with Pop-Tarts
I’m not sure Pop-Tarts can solve the bluhs, but I might be willing to try.
