What do I do?
Sleep. Wake to my computer's choice of music, Nils Lofgren, Shine Silently. Avoid thinking, start to make coffee. Fold-up futon, enjoying Nils. Let daydreaming overtake me as I stand in my ripped underwear in the middle of my cluttered dirty apartment—a waking dream. Resume sequence when I hear gurgle of coffee maker. Shine Silently ends abruptly, in mid flight, as I pour perfect liquid into coffee carafe, in mid stream, and is replaced by Styx' Show Me the Way. Seal carafe and retrieve from it a cupful. Pad over to 'cockpit' (I love that word), replay Shine Silently (complete version) and delete incomplete version from playlist. Begin to write.
Hit wall. Seek diversion.
Start to edit everythingMost playlist to remove entries for incomplete music. Become entangled in an effort to resort all 1342 entries by song title using a plain text editor. Employ regular expressions in an unsophisticated attempt to rescue myself, similar to throwing a fire extinguisher at a fire. Give up. Get more coffee.
Resume writing.