i was watching csi that day. the murderer was someone who suffered from an mental illness which cause him to get an irresistale urge to write things down. well, i semi have this condition now. i have the strongest urge to type on and on and on furiously on my lappy in my blog.

problem is i have no content, no meat, my muse has died so i can't even pretend to be a pathological liar. even more strangely, nothing is pissing me off, nothing is getting me fired up enough to rant and rant for two pages. absolutely nothing. my mind is drawing blanks here.

this is weird. i've nothing to mull about.