12P. Got a plot? Got one of those... protagonists?

Patrick again, eating sushi. You'd think I was bullshitting by this point. But then you'd be wrong. Different restaurant, same order. Well, relatively similar order. And I'll say that this place definitely has some of the most delicious sushi I've ever had. Top 3, for sure.

But the best thing about this place isn't the food. No, no. It's the music. I NEED to make mention of the music. Right now, there's an instrumental version of "My Heart Will Go On" by Celine Dion. This is definitely not as good as the song that was on before though. If you've heard of the Vitamin String Quartet, you know that they're the best when it comes to covering songs. I just heard, as covered by them, IN A SUSHI RESTAURANT, Yellow by Coldplay. Awesome.

Alright. Blog stuff. I've always wanted to write a novel. Everyone wants to write a book at one point or another. Some do it and become famous. Others do it, then kill themselves because their book failed, but then the story of their suicide makes their book famous and if they even know about it probably wish they were still alive but that would make a time paradox and would suck. Some don't even pick up a pen or put some words to paper. Of course, with the internet one can write whatever they want, whenever they want and to whomever they want. The best of these are usually news journalists, internet magazine writers or recipe bloggers. The worst of them are fan-fiction writers and deviantART poets, both of which spend a decent amount of their writing time feminizing Square Enix's entire cast of male characters.

At any rate, blogging can be a good alternative, or a middle-ground to all that jumble. And since there's no definitive format to blogging, I think I'll take this opportunity to attempt a novel. Would it be too cliché to start my story off with "It was a dark and stormy night..."?

Oh well.

It was a dark and stormy night. I was sitting in my study, mulling over my vast collection of books. For the record, my study smells of rich mahogany and most of my books are leather-bound. The lightning was crashing outside and... no, no, no. Wait.

Better idea. Still dark and stormy.

I was huddled under a day-old newspaper, rushing home and trying not to get drenched. It was the third time this week I'd been this late from the hospital. We're so close to a breakthrough on "patient zero"- Hold on.

I know nothing of medicine. I don't even like taking aspirin.

OK. Not dark and stormy. Overcast. A little chilly-- FOR VENUS! My trusty robots P44 and B182 by my side, I must excavate the remains of alien dinosaurs deep beneath the surface of the planet!

WOW. That was miserable. One last try.

Actually, the first thought that came to mind was a children's novel about an ice cream shop owner who's secretly a serial killer on even numbered weeks and a superhero on odd numbered weeks.

Writing a novel is hard. I wonder what writers of famous books were thinking of at the times they came up with their stories. Were they sitting at a sushi restaurant too? Listening to instrumental covers of their favourite songs? I bet they were all worried about unemployment. We have that in common.

So, even though the novel thing failed this time, I'll definitely take a crack at it again sometime. Who knows, maybe Norbert Sherwitz, the ice cream guy/serial killer/superhero will eventually take form. For now, I'll stick to blogs and songs, because I know I'm at least competent at them.