Oh the supreme gods of art and literature, I beseech ye. Please cure me of this strange writer's block. Ideas are swarming my head at a speed comparable to c, but when I'm at my computer my fingers can type only a few bits worth of letters before my ring finger hits backspace frantically, when I take up my notebook and pencil the words written convey amount of meaning that can be expressed only with negative digits and the last time I tried writing in the old manner with ink, I spent two hours trying to clean up that black patch on my desk. Either take the ideas away or give me a way to express them or the last bits of sanity will leave my exhausted mind in which case know that the Universe has a very sick sense of humor.