Ya know, the problem with meeting a writing quota is that when you do it, you've got nothing to occupy your mind for the rest of the evening.
Did I schedule a date?
I did not.
Is there anyone local suitable for a booty call?
There is not.
Again I weep.
That buzzing sound you hear is a vibrator. Now if only my ex roommate hadn't taken all the good pornos. Depressing, I tell you, depressing!