For the second day in a row I have nothing to say.

I could just vomit some random bullshit, but even that seems like too much effort.

I feel like my life's entered the Summer rerun season, and with every thought I have, as Yogi Berra so famously said, "It's deja vu all over again."

So, dear readers, I invite you to take this opportunity to catch up on things you may have missed before. The entries that have received the most feedback are listed over to the side. I don't agree with all of these choices, but there they are anyway.

Alternatively, you could just start at the beginning and make youself feel better by reading about how boring and/or fucked up I am.

This dry spell, like all of my others, will end at some point. I've become much too reliant on these writings to simply stop. I've never understood how people can just stop, as so many of my favorites have done lately.

Perhaps they're out fixing problems instead of simply complaining about them. If that's the case, I certainly wish them all the luck in the world.

For me, I don't think that any solutions exist. Other than time, that is.