i have nothing to say
Nov. 23rd, 2003 09:29 pmYet, seeing that painful blank Sunday column in my calendar all month, I feel obliged to write something.
I remember having a brilliant thought earlier while I was working. I thought, "wow, that's incredible! I should write about that!" Then I thought, "oh, no, I'll forget about it by the time I'm done. I should think of something that'll make me remember." I finished by thinking, "oh, of course! I'll remember as soon as I ______!" Unfortunately I can't remember what the blank was, so instead I'm writing about how I can't think of what to write about.
Maybe it had to do with Nanowrimo? My stats on which are still depressing, by the way.
And I've just been told I have to call the grandparents, which I really don't think I can deal with right now, but I'm not sure I have much choice. Joy. I love them, really; just sometimes I really really don't want to handle talking to them.
I remember having a brilliant thought earlier while I was working. I thought, "wow, that's incredible! I should write about that!" Then I thought, "oh, no, I'll forget about it by the time I'm done. I should think of something that'll make me remember." I finished by thinking, "oh, of course! I'll remember as soon as I ______!" Unfortunately I can't remember what the blank was, so instead I'm writing about how I can't think of what to write about.
Maybe it had to do with Nanowrimo? My stats on which are still depressing, by the way.
And I've just been told I have to call the grandparents, which I really don't think I can deal with right now, but I'm not sure I have much choice. Joy. I love them, really; just sometimes I really really don't want to handle talking to them.