Ping Pong Balls.

Squeezing the juice out of my brain to finish up the last few paragraphs of my report!

I must finish it tonite! I've promised!

BUT

I cant make myself concentrate!

I need do something silly.

something random.

then get back to work!

hey silly, u can get out of my brain now and get silly!

wheeeeee!

The clouds are moving.

The motors are rev-ing.

My thoughts are running.

Ideas are hiding.

Stomach is aching.

"Your have to start writing"

"no ideas! nothing!"

The clocking is ticking.

Deadline is coming.

I am stressing.

He's futsal-ing.

So happy, enjoying.

I heard myself sneezing.

Oh, cuz the wind is blowing.

What you're reading,

it is nothing.

I'm just playing.

I think i'm crazying!

Need some slapping!

Actually...This has nothing to do with ping pong balls....