Not much to say, not much to blog.

I’m sitting cross-legged in my office with my keyboard on my lap and LTJ Bukem and Leftfield on my headphones, wondering what to write about, and it occurs to me: I don’t really have anything to get worked up about. Which means, basically, that I don’t really have anything to write about. All too often, what it takes to get my really spewing text on my keyboard is a really good rant about something. Which is why, for example, I found myself writing a lot more last fall during the election cycle. The was Stuff Going On, and it had to be Commented On.

But now? Nothing much. I mean, chunks of America have lost their minds over political stuff, but fuck them anyways. Can’t be bothered.

Same goes for more diary-type stuff, not so much to write about. Probably because I was there and I remember it well enough, so not so much need to put it down on paper.

So move along, nothing to see here. Go read Doktor Sleepless or something.