Nothing much to say
I, er, have nothing much to say. Nadda. I'm all out of conversation.
It's an odd sort of feeling.
I'm sure that I could drag up some book commentary or fannish thoughts if I had a couple of hours to really think about it, but...
Huh.
My head is empty. Is it lunch time yet?
It's an odd sort of feeling.
I'm sure that I could drag up some book commentary or fannish thoughts if I had a couple of hours to really think about it, but...
Huh.
My head is empty. Is it lunch time yet?