It is 11:28 in the morning. I have been sitting here trying to write something, anything for exactly 37 minutes. I have sat here and starred at the screen typing and erasing for 38 minutes now. Sitting here listening to Sarah Brightman sing from my speakers. I can not write anything for the life of me. It seems to all have escaped me. I need to go somewhere worth writing about. There is only so much you can write about when you're stuck in the same town for 20 years. After awhile no new experiences come around. That is what has happened here. Nothing new = Nothing to write about.
It is 11:31 and I still haven't wrote anything worth reading.
Maybe tomorrow.
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