Drink your juice.

Yes! I am in one right now! Sometimes, and especially if you are creatively-inclined (and I don’t mean that in the sense of MOsT CrEaTiVe in a yearbook, I mean that as like… you make shit — it is a function of how you interact with the world and understand your emotions to make shit a lot of the time), you need periods where you’re just absorbing the universe a little bit in order to even have opinions or ideas or stories to share. You need to live a life and see sights and smell smells.

I don’t like the idea of productivity or having “an unproductive day” or “a productive afternoon” because it demonizes the process of having a fucking brain organ and a heart and lungs that breathe air. And as convenient it’d be if we could turn all of those off and efficiently perform tasks all day long, it’s not what being a human organism is.

With writing, I’ve gotten advice from people who think I should take it more seriously and only post prose or only post jokes or only post pictures of my tits, and at the end of the day just fuck it. That’s my tip. Fuck it. If you don’t have anything to say, or if the post isn’t spilling the fuck out of you because of the necessity of writing something down, then make seventy Koko posts and look at the Google image results for “baby donkey” because blogging is leisure, not a stress point.

Don’t try to “combat” it.