Two or three hours ago, I had an idea for a 100-word entry. I probably should have written it then, when I actually had the idea, but rather than doing something smart like that, I spent the intervening two or three hours devising a means of counting the words so as to ensure that whatever I wrote actually was 100 words. Now, here I am at nearly 5am with no clue what it was I had intended to write and, worse, finding my writer's block extended from my contest-writing work into my journal-writing. I wonder what I'd meant to write.