Well, nothing really. I was just tired of starting entries with "I don't have anything to say today, so I'll just babble for a while" so I thought I'd start out with a more decisive opening sentence. The trouble is, I got as far as those six words, and then I couldn't think of anything. Looking around for inspiration wasn't very helpful. I've been thinking a lot about...Combos? The mushroom pot I made in college that holds all my change? My pack of cigarettes?

It occurs to me that maybe I really don't have anything to say after all. Bummer. My life is empty and meaningless!! Oh, the pain, the pain, the neverending pain! I'd slit my wrists but why even bother, no one can ever truly understand the dark unending misery that is My Life. I feel like I'm living in a cave at the bottom of a well at the edge of the world. That would be pretty dark, you know. Ooh, wait. I know. I feel like I'm living in a dark unending cave at the bottom of a dark unending well on the edge of a dark unending world that is drifting through dark unending space! Oh, yes I do.

Actually, I'm feeling pretty good today. I've discovered that if I actually get to bed by 11, getting up at 6 is almost pleasant. It's kind of disconcerting to discover so relatively late in life that I'm a closet morning person. ( Oh the shame, the shame, the dark unending shame... oh, nevermind)

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