Cerebral joggers

(Ph/Private) I'm having one of those Sundays, lolopping left, right and centre, pen in hand, magazines at the ready, style.com/BoF/WWD/Shit Fashion Girl's Say (preemptive purposes, obvs!) diligently tabbed .. unfortunately for all parties involved, my brain is in joggers - and unwilling to change out of them. They are plush and velvety, and apparently make it (him?) feel like a Kardashian. Something we'd all like to try I'm sure. A lengthy, slightly loony metaphor, only to describe a forceful case of writer's block. Or more to the point, of cerebral laziness so intense that to string two words together in an intelligible manner is beyond me. So, what started out as an...