Dear Reader,
...nope, I've got nothing.
I've been staring at this blinking cursor for about half-an-hour trying to think of a funny or interesting or, heck, even halfway unusual thing that happened this week. My mind isn't just blank, its a vast white sucking void that consumes all the tangential thoughts around it just to feed its own nothingness.
This may or may not have something to do with the chunky entitled tuxedo cat who decided to claw and body slam my door before the sun rose this morning.
Cats are cute for a reason. Because otherwise you'd murder the furry little sociopaths.
