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.