The death of a muse

My muse is gone.
I walked through an empty lot, mobile phone held to my ear with my left hand and a plate of sausage with my right. I ended up by the ostriches - yes, we have ostriches here. All this just to avoid someone. Sound pathetic? Not as pathetic as was coming out of my mouth at the time.
I had, in an idiotic state of sudden self-pity, called up LadyRain and had basically wailed about my most recent descent into infatuation and the bump to earth that inevitably followed.
You know what, I really should go another direction with this.
I'm going to give myself a pat on the back for not letting this get to me. I'm shutting down the laptop and I'm walking down to the bar for a well deserved beer.
Cheers.
Here's to drowning out the stupidity still ringing in my ears.