It can't always be the long flat orange brick.

Yeah, I know. Friday night and I'm home, by myself, playing tetris. Probably embarrassing to those of you with legitimate social lives, but it's been so long since I've had a free weekend that I kind of forgot how to make plans for them. Besides, it's been a rough day. A really rough day.

So, here I am, trying to find some way to entertain myself. And I know I should do something productive with my time. Or, I could play tetris.

And I thought, I could use a little tetris. I could use a couple minutes of letting the bricks just... fall. I'll do what I can do manuever them when possible, but I can't control which brick comes next. Sometimes it's the convenient long orange one. Sometimes, it's not.

And there are days where all that's falling is the awkward 2-row orange and toothpaste-blue ones.

And sometimes, it looks like all of the right bricks are falling, but for some reason, it just doesn't seem to fit the way it should.

And then they start falling fast. And they build up. And the tower is stretching higher and higher. And you just think, "What do I do now?" So I do nothing. I let them fall as they will, knowing that I'll just have to start a new game.

And I chose to view this as a metaphor.