There are some days that the thoughts just roil around in your head waiting for a means of escape. Any outlet will do. They just need the opportunity to fly free. And then there are other days . . . days when you wouldn't know an original thought if it bit you in the patootie.
That is Thought Constipation. So many interesting things going on in the world and not one of them has generated an iota of interest in me for blogging tonight. Even the drama of my Personal Stalker saga has little to keep me enthralled.
Therefore I will take the evening and go bury my nose in a book. My "to be read" pile, or TBR as I like to call it affectionately, is massive.
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