I don't really have an excuse, I just didn't remember apparently. Even today, I pretty much almost forgot about it.
Not that it makes much of a different, though.
Nothing happened today that I can think of.
Like.
Beyond nothing.
By that I mean.
I can't think of any real life events. Not any cute animal moments, not any family interactions, not anything about my daily routine, not anything about my work, nothing.
Nothing that has a story to it.
There's nothing in my life today that had material that I could talk about.
If someone asked me how my day was, I'd probably go with the stereotypical "good", but if someone tried to pry me for details...even if I normally would answer them.
I literally.
Just.
Couldn't, today.
Because near as I can tell.
Today was basically just a void.
Nothing at all that is even remotely anything.
No peculiar habits.
No quirks.
No unusual traits.
The closest thing to an unusual thing happening today was that I actually took a shower with a full change in clothes.
But there's no story there. There's nothing to build on. There's no words to write. I can describe how the day went if asked, but when I outlined it, it'd just be factual. Matter of facts. "I did this. Then I did that. Then I did this." With it all being lifeless, because there's no life to that.
If I noted some trend about myself, then I could talk about it, but there's nothing there.
If I had any idea at all, I could talk about it, but I had none.
I literally had nothing today.
And I suspect that might've been true of yesterday as well, explaining the lack of blog then, maybe.
I suppose, though.
That a lack of anything to blog about, is. In of itself. Something to blog about--if for no other reason, than because it almost never happens since I almost always have something worth talking about.