In two hours of poking around on the internet, hoping that something would occur to me to write about, my cranium has remained steadfastly empty. I am as uninteresting as dishwater tonight. My only true value lies as a warm lap for a twitchy barnacle cat to sleep on. I probably would have given up and gone to bed an hour ago if he hadn't been holding me down. I'll rectify that momentarily. I need to get some good sleep and make a fresh run at my chores tomorrow.
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