Something pretty unusual is happening to me today.
I have nothing to say.
No stories to tell. No news to report. No funny online things to point out. No parallels or conclusions or assumptions to make.
Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Less than Zero.
I'm bone dry like the middle of the desert in August.
I feel like I'm letting you down. I feel like I'm disappointing myself. I feel like today is a black mark against my storytelling roots, and my tangent-filled narrative history.
Maybe there will be more excitement tomorrow. More likely, there will just be more snow. But we're all sick of hearing about that.
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