Weirdness Magnet

It's late and I should go to bed. I've got papers to grade and a whole pile of art projects to work on, lines to learn, scripts to read, and an idea for a play that keeps yammering at me like a drill. ..and now I've lost my train of thought because the reporter standing next to me keeps grilling me on what I'm writing. How about: "Leave me alone so I can write something."
I digress.
Anyway, now I'm completely derailed, so this entirely pointless blog entry will just have to stew for a while until my inspiration returns. I hate that it comes like that. I should move to a deserted island so I can make stuff, as it seems to be the only way I do anything worthwhile is when I am alone.