Very little on this Earth can get me visibly flustered. One time, just before I presented my Senior Thesis to an assembled group of Business Professors, my group partner gave me his phone to look over his notes while he spoke. Unfortunately, when I opened Safari, a very aggressive porn video featuring no less than 5 sweaty people started playing on full volume. I had to speak for 15 minutes on why NCAA athletes should be paid after that and nailed it. Nerves of Steel, I tell you!
Sometimes, and in this case "sometimes" directly refers to the last hour I've sat in this piece of shit Amazon Prime suggested office chair (now rotating stool) that snapped in half the first time I leaned back, I have an idea, I start a blog, and zero words come out. It's like whiskey dick for a writer. To counter, I sometimes play a little word association, or to keep up with the metaphor, I word fluff. Join me.