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I have to write a melody, and possibly lyrics, by Sunday.
I don't want to.
I'm sitting here trying to avoid the accusing glare of my gee-tar, sitting in the corner, being ignored, out of tune because my carrying case is a piece of cushy soft crap and I am very clumsy, and trying to find some recent horrible event in my life that I can write a scathing commentary on in this song.
(I do not do love lyrics. Otherwise I'd be done already.)
Mm...

I will curl up under the chinese lantern in the corner
and think deeeep thoughts
until I'm angry enough with the world to be a disembodied critic.

...this is going to take a while. ;-;