Block.

Have to write and I can't. Want to write another few paragraphs on my Fiction Squared blog but I can't. Too much for this old Squarehead, can't write in this state of mind......

I know she will be alright in the long run. I know they caught the cancer so damn early, even the doctors are kind of stoked about it. I guess they know they can win this one, that's got to be a good feeling for those who fight such a formidable foe......

My wife is seven years younger than me. She's only thirty-eight. I guess the inevitable is hitting me. I want to die first, some day, because I don't think I could stand to be on this earth without her. I think that's what's bothering me so much. I know she'll be okay. I know that they have a lot of success with this type of cancer when they catch it this early.....

That word. Cancer. I hate that word. I'm a Cancer, astrologically speaking. I wonder if I can change that? Who do I petition to change my sign? Can't I just be Crabby instead of Cancer? Who was the moron who came up with that anyway?

"Hey guys! Why don't we name this deadly disease after a constellation and astrological sign? We'll call this deadly disease Cancer, because those who get it are crabby as hell"......

I'm just sayin'.