Something for the Weakened

Nothing of any interest

Sunday, February 12th, 2006 by

I’ve sat here staring at a blank screen for the past ten minutes. The only thing I’ve written during that time was something whinging about how I can’t think of anything to write. Meanwhile the only phrase that keeps going through my head is “fattie fattie fat fat,” something I was going to use for an entry last week, but have since thought better of. Think I’ll quit while I’m ever so slightly ahead (Christ knows when that was). Ideas when they arrive.

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