Nothing to Say
2003-07-17, 10:37 a.m.

I have no idea what has happened to me.

I have nothing to say, really. The last time that happened ... Jimmy Carter was president and I was in the 5th grade.

It's odd that now that I don't have a job to go to every day, I don't have that much to say. It's not like I ever talked about my job anyway. What has happened to my brain? Why is it that all I think about is cleaning the freaking carpets and how the weeds have overgrown my front walkway in the 5 days I was gone?

Surely this can't last.