nothing. nothing.

All this writing has drained me of words. I've got nothing to tell you. I mean, I do, but I don't feel like it. Does that make sense? I feel like anything I'd type out today would have a incredibly boring vibe. Or like all of you are thinking "Geez, enough about your kids already. Post something interesting".
I signed up to blog every day in November and am really, really trying hard to actually do it. Also, I'm stuck on NaNoWriMo. I'm super stuck and not even halfway through. Suck. I also just read over all I've written so far and find it incredibly dull. I'm going to become some sort of alcoholic or opimum addict a la Hemmingway or Poe and I bet I'd be an amazing writer. Ok, maybe not.

In uplifting news, Jenn is fantastic! Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU, Jenn!



Ok, off to try to salvage this so called novel and neglect my children.

feeling: blah
listening to: Incubus (Echo)