Saturday, June 29, 2013

NADA, ZERO, ZIP!


Frankly, I've never had this
problem before. This morning
I woke up with complete and
total writers block. For the life
of me, after sitting at my desk
for almost an hour, NOTHING
seemed to come together.
NADA, ZERO, ZIP!
Yesterday I got a haircut.
My barber shop is two blocks
down the street, Owned by a
very vocal Russian emigre, it's
always entertaining. One would
think that might have provided
some inspiration and yet...
NADA, ZERO, ZIP! 
Frank is here for a brief urban
respite. He also has to get his
haircut which requires a jaunt
to Manhattan. One might
assume I would have loving
stories to share. While it's
amazing how oddly complete
I feel with him here. However,
NADA, ZERO, ZIP!
We went to the theater last night.
Saw Taylor Holland in her one
woman show on Anne Richards
which was FABULOUS.
Yes, it was beyond inspiring,
But did it inspire a blog entry?!
NADA, ZERO, ZIP.
Sitting alone stumped and
bemused my computer froze.
Who can explain what that
was all about? Probably too
many images of retro America
or some other odd phenomena.
Whatever it was, it ultimately
solved itself. But only after a
long and tortuous hour of...
NADA, ZERO, ZIP.
So, that's been my morning.
It's the first time I truly have
nothing to say. And trust me
that is more than frustrating
to say the least. In the end,
what's today's entry about?
Honestly, I have no idea.
And sadly my dear readers,
I doubt you got anything
out of this diatribe beyond
NADA ZERO, ZIP!