i just spent the last hour writing nearly 1000 words about the movie Shattered Glass which tells the story of the former New Republic Associate Editor Stephen Glass. In 1998, a Forbes online reporter discovered that Glass had fabricated a story called “Hack Heaven.” Eventually it was discovered that Glass had fabricated a great many of the stories he had published.

i spent all that time and wrote all those words and i have no fucking point. it’s making my heart beat goofy with rage. i hate when i have something i feel like i want to say and i can’t say it. it’s just not working for me right now and it’s pissing me off beyond all belief. i’m tense and glaring at the computer screen. i hate when the words get stuck and don’t come out right. i’m impatient too, which makes it even worse because i feel as though i shouldn’t move until the piece is finished. but i’m afraid if i don’t get up and walk away, this computer monitor is going to go right through the damn patio door, and then i’ll be really pissed because i don’t have another monitor.