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I sat down to write an entry tonight, and the words didn't come.

Oh, I thought about writing about work today, and how the Ops Manager is on vacation for two weeks, and everyone was rather laid back, or about how the Trainer was mad because she thought I was coming in early for overtime, when in actuality I was just coming in to make up for time I lost Memorial Day. I thought about writing about how the Maintenance Manager got screwed over by Progressive (did you know that they could charge you $50 just to cancel your policy?) and go on about my car insurance experiences.

Then I thought about writing how I think I've been spending too much time online, and how this is the only way I can talk to Dave for "free." I thought about writing more about the whole wedding thing (which I'm sure you're all getting sick of) and how my sister has some interesting sociological views on marriage in general. (I must remember to borrow her books.)

But none of that seemed interesting. I couldn't see how I could make an entry like that interesting and reasonably coherent. I thought about filling out an email survey, but I want to save that until I'm sick or stuck in the house for a while - it's kind of long.

So I went in search of things to write about. I went and looked up some journaling prompts. All of them seemed way too stuffy for my mood today. They were all about delving into the past, self-examination, deep thinking... None of which I'm prepared to do today. I found some more prompts, but they were too fluffy - no substance. "Astrological sign? What did you wear today?" Boring as hell. I searched on.

I got side tracked, looking at a page for a local band called Dink. When I finally got back to looking for things to write about, it was rather late.

I thought about scrapping the entry for today and just giving it a pass.

Finally, I decided to ask Dave what I should write about. He didn't know, but he did know how he'd start off his own journal today: "I should have listened to the voices this morning and stayed home to clean my guns."

I thought that was rather amusing, and by the time I got around to tell you about it... I'd written an entry. I'll be damned.