I worry about my capacity for creativity when I have absolutely nothing to write about.
Granted, I spent the past week with my family, which is a relatively shell-shocking experience, but I've been back two days and I've done things and thought things and read things and seen things. None of these thing have left enough of an impression on me to provide me with fodder for blogging. And the name of this blog is inanity! Perhaps my life has just provided me with experiences of such immense magnitude and importance that to relegate them to the realm of the inane would do them an injustice.
Yeah, that's what happened.
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