Stella let out a sigh of exasperation and let her previously hovering hands slam down onto her keyboard. She took off her glasses and rubbed her aching eyes. Her butt had already started to fall asleep, and it was only 9PM. There was nothing to write about, and even worse, nothing she could do about it. Writing stories used to come easily-- what happened? Life sucks ass, she thought miserably to herself.
"Maybe I should become a stripper," she said aloud, and then immediately chuckled at how ridiculous the idea sounded. "You're definitely not hot enough to be a stripper."