Out of ideas.

I really really wanted to post on the blog today. A person who shall remained nameless has urged me to post and added to my heightened awareness of blog-neglect that I am currently experiencing. The desire is present and I have the time (I've finished my online tutoring shift for tonight and it's not quite bed-time) and I actually thought of it while sitting at the computer. The only thing is, I just can't think of a single thing to write about. And it's not like this blog has distinguished itself by writing about things that matter. So it's not even that I can't think of something significant enough to write about, I can't think of ANYTHING to write about.

I guess I need a kid.

Ha ha, just kidding. But actually, it just occurred to me - is that what they mean when they refer to "the biological clock"? The alarm is the moment you realize that you're actually a fairly boring person who doesn't really have much more to say, so you might as well create another person who may end up being more interesting?

Oh wait. I can tell you about my dinner. That's interesting. No need for a baby - when in doubt, talk about food. Mark is dog-sitting this evening, so I had dinner on my own. As is usually the case when I'm eating on my own, I went for a very quick and very easy option - I had hot dogs with my last can of Wolf Brand chili (which I've been saving for about 6 months now). It was goooooooood. I only used half the can, so I can stretch that out to another meal (as long as I don't share with Mark). My stomach is glad that it's now less than a month until the trip to Dallas. Warm up the burritos, everybody, I'm coming to town!

Phew.