Have you ever written something and then looked at it a few days later, say, the night before it's due somewhere? And realized that it didn't really say anything? And maybe got half-way through a re-read and realized that you were actually bored from your own story? And that you had 12 hours to take it and turn it into something you would bother wiping your ass with?
And then have you ever realized that you're wearing no shirt and your hair is in some sort of D&D reject topknot for no apparant reason?
Also, there's no Red Bull in the house.