I just finished watching a CREEPSHOW dvd and found my brain chugging as I scampered up the stairs to my room to change into my pyjamas.
It feels so good to have some fresh inspiration again.
It doesn’t feel good having Tiggy the cat walk across my chest and settle his furry bum on my paper though. His enthusiastic purrs do make up for the uncomfortable moments when he settles himself, realistically short few seconds.
But now I am going to move to my room so I can finish writing in peace and no furball trying to chew up my paper.
I mean honestly, how much trouble can ghosts and a radio station really get into?