Uncle

Last night was a late night and I'm feeling the effects tonight. I've been sitting here staring at the computer monitor for about thirty minutes - my fingers ready to spring into action but I must have some sort of leak somewhere because the ideas aren't making it all the way up to my brain. I sneezed a while ago and I fear my idea may have flown out and even now may be drifting about the room taunting me like a school yard bully.
I hate it when my ideas do that. It's like they chiding me from just outside my realm of consciousness. "Na na na boo boo, you can't catch me - writer-boy!" is what they seem to be saying.
Well to this elusive idea is say: UNCLE!!! I give up. You win. I'm tired, so you can live to be written another day