I feel like crap today. It has just not been a good day for writing.  I've been staring at blank screens all day, and nothing is coming.  It's not like it's a good day for taking it easy, either -- I've got to finish a chapter for The Book tonight, write the Pulp Fiction Philosophy through Film post I've been promising for three days, (By the way, motive for this post:  It'll be up tonight, but it will be late.)  and I've got a few other reasonably significant chunks of schoolwork I should be getting to.

I don't know what's wrong with me.  I'm not sick.  I just seem to be having an off day. Like, I feel as if I'm slightly too far to the left.

Philosophy post coming later.