I'm stuck, I'm done, I've got writers block I've tried everything, I've hit my head with a tennis ball inside a sock, it connected with my brain with a mild "thok".

I came back all woozy, unable to walk. But I still had writers block.

I covered my skin in some dusty old chalk. I still had writers block.

I really did everything I could possibly dream. But I'm sorry, I still have writers block.