i recently saw a movie where the main character, who was a writer, claimed he didn’t believe in writer’s block. for a moment there i wished to believe the same thing, but then i realized just like every dog must have its day, every writer is entitled to be uninspired. there’s routes around the realms of these blocks and as of right now i need to find them. aside from my writing dilemma, i’d say this weekend went well. party @ the studio last night popped. as for today, bbQ went down and a lot of travel channel. completely outdid myself with w. wild china (& sir pizza), but how seriously cool is the harbin ice fest? totally need to be a part one day. uhhh in other news, tomorrow calls for elliptical & a possible beach day. mm hubbadub