It’s the nightly routine again. It’s the time when I sit in front of the computer and lament that I have nothing to write about and wait for a gnostic inspiration to strike me. But it just ain’t happening tonight. Oh well, so I’m reduced to writing about having nothing to write. How dreary. It’s so easy to not say anything at all. I mean, like, I have 100 words. How does anyone say anything in 100 words? I’ll tie up little ideas in pretty words and witty phrases and maybe, just maybe, they’ll mean something then? This is cuiiiiiiii.