Well, hell, after eighty or so posts, in fewer than those weeks, for the first time ever, I have absolutely nothing to write about.
Zilch, nada, nunca, nyet, washout, shutout, zippo, duck egg. Nothingness. Nullity.
Apologies. It's not a good feeling. I feel impotent. I mean, I'm the guy people are usually telling to shut up. Do they, like, have a "Viagra" for mind limpness?
Of course I could go on and bore everyone, fill a post up with fluff, explaining the entire futile existentialist nature of having nothing on my mind.
But I respect my readers too much to do such a thing.