Shoot me now.
I have reached the point in my writing life that I am trolling for dirty clothes in my kids' rooms so I don't have to sit and write the next bit in my Attempted Novel.

Oh look! Gym socks in the bottom of a back pack in the back of a closet! At least I think they're socks. Lets try to un-ball them and turn them right side out to see.... drats! They're just shattering.