7-11 donuts will help me finish my first novel

On Sunday I woke up and fucked around on the internet for an hour or two.  Then I walked to 7-11.  I bought three 7-11 donuts and a Big Gulp.  I ate them all before I got back to my apartment.  Shit felt backwards.  I sat on my bed for extended periods of time.  The television was on.  I watched Tommy Boy and laughed.  At some point I began screaming at my hands.  I told them to write a sentence.  They got scared, wrote a sentence, felt scared again, and deleted the sentence. This repeated itself two or three-hundred times.  I thought about calling one of the professors in my program and asking them if they’d be willing to share some of their brain fluid with me, but figured they have their own issues.  I’m thinking about going to 7-11 and getting a job.  Even if I don’t get hired I might try and hang out in 7-11 hours a day.  Next year when I am teaching intro to creative writing all my classes are going to meet at 7-11.