or would it be called 'blogger's block'? whatever it is, i have a case of it.
i can't write.
i have composed numerous essays and possible themes from which to write in my mind, yet none do i feel are worth putting up here in blog #98.
i have considered quoting jane austen, discussing my senior year of high school ['98], or last night's incident of the towed car and the unsettling display of female talent that followed in obtaining the car; all ideas terminate in frustration or futility.
nothing to say.
nothing to comment on .
like a wet bottlerocket.
1 comment:
It's okay Jeff, if you were always brilliant all the time, we couldn't be friends anymore.
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