My Brain is a Dweeb.

Ever since that post about metaphors, I’ve found myself playing this little mental game -how would this work as a metaphor for my life, for writing, for self-motivation, etc. – ? Today’s metaphor is brought to you by my stupid motherfucking asshurting hyper-extended knee. I didn’t injure it doing anything interesting, or anything at all (unless it was sexual, which I guess might be a possibility? I can’t remember!).

(Oh, god – I just googled that shit, and it is a thing… d’oh!)

Okay, ANYWAY. So...