Writer's block

Late at night, and I’m sitting alone at my desk. ‘Why bother writing? Do something else.’ You may wonder. Or maybe not. Maybe you couldn’t care less. Then I would be asking ‘Why are you reading this?’ But really, all this is getting us is nowhere and I’m still on paragraph one. Deep contemplation of why you are wasting your life reading this comes later. For now, sit back and enjoy the show. Wow, clichéd much?

Anyway, you are probably wondering what’s to come. Well, I don’t know that either. Seeing as I’m making this up as I go. I could be doing something useful, on second thoughts, that’s what I’ll do.