Exotic yet ordinary

I've been slumped in front of the computer for thirty minutes, taunted by a blinking cursor and a stupid joke. I have writer's block because of this joke. I could understand it and maybe even forgive it for knocking me out of the running for my very own sock zombie if it were actually funny, or even mildly amusing. But it's not. It's terrible. And it's the only thing I've been able to think about since I sat down to write. So, fine, joke. You win. Thanks for nothing. I'm going to bed.