Nothing

I have nothing to write today. Nothing. Absolute zero, entirely lacking, not worth anything. There's nothing to say anymore. Nothing I can say, nothing, anymore, that I would even want to. I'd say I can't think, but that would be lying. I'm perfectly capable of thinking, completely reasonable, and have been more productive than expected in this mood.

That doesn't change the facts though. That doesn't make anything disappear. That doesn't delete the over 6,000 words I'd typed that nobody is ever going to read. It doesn't change anything. It doesn't ultimately make any difference. It doesn't affect me. It doesn't affect the rest of the world. It remains as a fact.

I have nothing. I'm not going to say any more. Not today, not right now, not about whatever is in my mind. Hopefully by tomorrow I'll actually have something worthwhile to write about. But for now, this fulfills my space requirement. And as it stands, I'm counting on yesterday's list to make up for today's lack of...anything.