nothing

How bout that. Nothing happened today worth writing about. I'm at the bar, making use of their wireless and their excellent beer, but nothing at all is coming to mind. Nothing at all. How many working stiffs - it's a great term, when we're about as good as dead by the end of the shift - is this out there happening to right now? I just delivered pizzas to about two dozen of them. At least they were being honest about their existential position. Where their circumstances, and their choices, and their lives as they are, have brought them. I'm gonna be honest about mine now, by not trying to write more. I'm empty for the moment, of anything but work.