So here I am again. Writing. About nothing. Because I don’t have anything to write about.

There are a number of things I could be doing right now that are way more useful and have a much better purpose than writing this blog right now. Firstly, I could be developing my story about Hendra and her peeps who are fighting for their lives against some evil people who created them some decades ago for a secret army. But no, I’m sitting here, ranting about nothing. In fact, I already have a couple of new ideas. Actually I don’t. But I would, if I’d just put my mind to it and started working on the god damn story. But I’m not. So that’s that. Secondly, I could be reading biology stuff right now, about medical biochemistry (which kicks ass by the way) or molecular biology or human anatomy or behavioral ecology or whatevers. I’m not doing that, as you can see. Thirdly, I could be doing my homework. I could be working on that assignment that my literature teacher gave us two weeks ago. But no, I’m here, sitting on my bed, finger-masturbating on my keyboard.

Mona is so totally ignoring me.

I was going to write something intelligent, but thought better of it. Maybe some other time. When my brain is not being attacked by the presence of the almighty Mona.