Damn, I really thought I might write about something. But I forgot what that something was.

And so now I've got nothing to say. My stupid fingers are just tapping away at my keyboard, saying nothing at all. Stringing letters into words, words into sentences, sentences into paragraphs.

Maybe it will still count as an entry, when I'm done here. When this nervous energy flowing down my arms into my hands finally dissipates, maybe there'll be something. Anything.

Remember that line from that movie, in that place with those people?

Dave's not here, man.

I myself have no idea what movie that line is from. I never saw the thing. But I have heard that inane Dave's not here, man an awful lot over the years. Probably because that's my name, but also because the speaker was usually drunk and/or stoned.

Whatever, the point is that it's a fitting line. Because I'm most certainly not here at the moment. I kinda wish I knew where I was. I think I owe myself money. And a good ass-kicking.

Just got a fucking spam email. My computer did its little ding-dong thing, my heart did its little thumpthumpthumpthump thing. I was excited for a second there.

But no. It's just some dick spam. I get a lot of that.

Anyway, does this count as an entry?

Paragraphs strung together into an entry, perhaps?