This is a pisser, Denizens.  Every time there’s something to rant about, it seems that I either lose the urge to write…
MERLIN:  Why don’t you just call it your muse and be done with it?
[Venomous gestures.  Merlin goes flying face first into a bulkhead.]
VENOMOUS:  Any more  dumb-assed questions, Wizard?
MERLIN:  …uh, ow.
…or the day turns into a One-Legged Man™ day.
Which is what’s gone on the last 48 hours.  Three hours sleep (and I’m being generous about that), followed by an 0400 start time at work, followed by a 12-hour shift.
In short, I’m too damned tired to write.
So lemme just repeat a recurring theme:  Demoscum are little pussified douchebags and they suck.
KORRIOTH:  Same song, 34,602,345,089th verse?
[Venomous glares at Korrioth.]
KORRIOTH:  Hey, I’m just saying it’s hard to come up with so many ways to say the same thing.  Even for you.
VENOMOUS:  (shrugs)  Point.  And at least you didn’t say “muse”.
KORRIOTH:  Unlike the (hack, spit) Romulans (hack, spit), we don’t have a word for that.
VENOMOUS:  Mheh.  Okay, enough of trying to cheer me up.  Go take a painstick to our writers and see if they’ve figured out how close they’re gonna cut my beamout from Titanic.
KORRIOTH:  (nods) Aye, sir.
“Muse”, my effin’ arse.