i have no blog

i have nothing to say.  no funny anecdotes.  nada.

so why do i feel like i should have something to say if i blog?  why do i have to have something?  isn't mediocrity good enough for the 5 people that read my blog?  can't i be boring some of the time?  assuming, of course, that i am entertaining some of the time as well.

i too feel the need for some ennui every so often.  without it, one would not have so much fun reading mme bovary.  of course, i don't enjoy reading it, i usually can't wait until she dies and skip ahead.

i think that is why socks sleeps in the suitcase.  ennui and mediocrity.  why else would he lick his fur off?