Nothing to say

Isn’t it weird how sometimes we don’t have anything to say?

About anything?

Like right now. Maybe it’s my tiredness. Maybe it’s my workload at work. Maybe I’m just content to be quiet (though that’s unlikely, since I sat here for 30 minutes trying to think of something to write).

So there you go. It’s been quiet around this here blog. And I hate that. But there you go.

If you don’t mind, I’m going to bed early.

This was lovingly handwritten on August 23rd, 2007