Like a spoon through a jar of baby banana food, so go the days of our lives.
The Monkey spent most of the day chained to his desk and his typewriter, trying to make it through to 5 p.m. without having his brain go compleletly to mush.
However unlikely it may have been, the Monkey harbored some hope that he might be let go early seeing that he had worked late one night last week. But no such luck.
And now it is nearly 7 p.m., and his brain does not work. He would like to write numerous posts with clever observations about the world and our role in it. He would like to opine on the latest issues of the day, with a distinctive satirical twist. He would like to make wry observations about the ways in which our obsession with pop culture reflects on the shallowness on our own lives.
But he will instead stare blankly at the screen and hope for inspiration to arrive.