Me: it’s lunchtime. You need to blog.
Me: I have nothing to say.
Me: there must be something.
Me: There’s nothing.
Me: You actually have no thoughts?
Me: None. None thoughts. I am also fresh out of feelings.
Me: blog about how you have no thoughts.
Me: Too Meta.
Me: Put a picture of a sandwich.
Me: Hmm. What kind?
Me: Just google tiny sandwich.
Me: But what will it mean?
Me: it doesn’t matter.
Me: but if my blog doesn’t matter why do I do it?
Me: to feel alive.
Me: that’s sad. Does typing count as living?
Me: see? You just found a feeling thought. A thought feeling. Talk about it.
Me: I think I’ll just put the picture of the tiny sandwich instead.