I have been wracking my brain for the past couple of hours trying to think of what on earth I could write about tonight but have apparently acquired a nasty case of "writer's block" as absolutely nothing has come to mind.
In an effort to get inspired I asked some of the people at work what I should write about and they threw out such suggestions as Joseph Gentile and the fate of the old Norwich State Hospital grounds, the fact that it isn't even Thanksgiving yet and we've had Christmas stuffed down our throats way too much already, or perhaps something interesting in Amanda's life (she reports that there's nothing real exciting going on there either!).
All of these suggestions were met with a complete and total lack of interest on my part which means that I don't particularly want to write about anything at all. I am totally uninspired and my muse has apparently taken a mini-vacation to get her batteries recharged. I think I shall follow suit and try this again tomorrow after I have had a good night's sleep and have hopefully thought of something at least semi-interesting to write about. Who knows? Maybe I'll have a good dream that I can write about!