Flatlined

Due to a loaded schedule, increased responsibility at work, and possibly excessive imbibing on the weekends, I regret to inform you, dear reader, that a single creative or original thought has failed to make the journey across the desert of my mind and into the fertile regions of consciousness. I am therefore unable to endow this moment, which you have so graciously committed to the reading of my blog, with any sort of titivated composition that would otherwise leave you as intellectually disengaged as a presidential address. Despite my best efforts, the gearbox atop my shoulders is occupied with more pressing demands, such as work and reading.

Note To The Reader:

In case you're wondering where all this whining is coming from, I should tell you that this blog is not so much a journal as it is a playground that I use to exercise and develop writing skills. By experimenting with different writing styles (or no writing style at all) and building up a decent vocabulary, I may someday present you with a piece of writing that will leave you satisfied instead of only slightly older.