Gah, this is getting out of hand. I've been on an amazon/ebay shopping spree lately. But not writing. So! Listen, you. You've exceeded your monthly media quota! No books, no audios, no DVDs, no games, no youtube, no trips to the library, until you finish this story! Come on, how hard can it be? A thousand words here, a thousand words there, and you're done. Just remember, it's not the zombies you have to worry about, it's the ghouls. Look, don't you want to write the next episode? Hmm? Isn't that the one with fireball boy who happens to be the lost heir in that idiotic prophecy written by the psychic geese? What ARE the psychic geese up to? If you don't finish story #3 and move on, you'll never know! Are the psychic geese connected to the green birds? The crows who run the traffic lights? The bridge to nowhere? Are they conspiring with the centipedes who steal your toes? The timelooped dead mice?
Um. You do realize you aren't making any sense?
Of course not. This is called procrastination through random babble.
The point is, don't you dare order/buy anything until you finish the story (first draft, anyway.)
Grah. All right, all right. I won't. Sheesh.