All mouthed off?

Times are bad when you can't lift a pen to save your life. Whatever you call that pen, guitar, spoon, calculator (gasp!), you want it to do it's magic like that one time you forgot to eat because food was the last thing on your mind when your hunger was being tamed by the light carrying beast. Light inducing beats.

Sometimes, you stay in your igloo and wait for your cage to melt. Sometimes, upon your lap falls Homework, whether you like it or not, leading you down a path that you might not have willingly chosen given the choice.

"Jeopardy, Jackson, always works."

Labels: Homework