Writer's Block

WTF did I used to write about everyday? I find myself with a few free minutes right now, and I can’t think of one interesting thing to post about. I’ve seen no movies to review and no recent plays. I’m almost finished reading a book I’ve enjoyed, but it was the literary equivalent to a bag of chips (enjoyable but no nutritional value) and doesn’t really warrant a full write-up. Homework seems too boring to update you all on (in the midst of midterms—so exciting). I’m at a loss.

Todd and I are continuing to love the slow cooker, and tonight’s dinner is cooking up for us even as I write this. Tonight we’re having dijon chicken with spinach. My hopes are high. I’m also in the midst of a love affair with persimmons, and if anyone sees them at their local market, I highly recommend picking some up. Camilla continues to head butt me to show her affection, and I continue to struggle to recognize crazy people talking to themselves versus potentially sane people talking on the BlueTooths. Really, there’s not much to write about.