My Old Friend

I'm on holiday with that old friend of mine, Writer's Block. I don't like him much, not a lot of people do, but when you spend enough time with him, he grows on you. He keeps showing up at all the wrong times and places. The more you try to get him off your back, the more he insists on staying. I know - I've had him over at my place several times before. And the annoying thing is I couldn't remember what was it that made him pack his bags during those times. And now I'm stuck with him again. I might as well just sit back and try to enjoy his company while catching up on my reading. He'll get tired of me soon.