"You certainly look cool today. Too bad you're at work," my friend says to me.

So yeah, I've spent the better part of the morning trying to do some writing. Inspiration is so hard to muster when you sit in a cubicle. I figured that an extra early carbonated boost would get me going, but if anything I think I am developing an addiction to Diet Coke (fourth one in less than 14 hours). And instead of words dancing together, the chorus from Beck's "Girl" is floating through my head, interlaced with bits of Gwen's "Holla Back Girl". The soundtrack to uninspired writer's block.