I am bored to the core. Deb is North. Tom is in bed. The kids are in bed. I have no one here to listen to me ramble on about nothing, so I have decided to post something on my blog about nothing. You'd think it would bother me to know that my blog contains nothing of interest to the average reader. It doesn't. You'd think it would bother me to know that no one finds reading my blog that contains nothing of interest interesting. It doesn't. What bothers me is that I suck at typing and grammar, and this takes me 700 times longer to write than I does for you to read it. Actually a lot longer than that because I doubt you're reading this. If you are, I think you might be lost.
It feels as though it's 45°C outside. It is so humid - it's gross. Well, I don't really feel like talking about the weather so I'll move on. I don't actually know what I feel like writing about, so I'm just typing this crap while I think some uninteresting aspect of my life that I can twist around until it seems interesting. Nope, nothing yet.
I give up. I'm going to bed.
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