I've been trying to figure out what to write.
It's not that I have nothing to say. Work has been not great and I have concerns about coming times. Songs from The New Mel Brooks Musical Young Frankenstein have been swirling through my head even though I haven't listened to any of the songs since Saturday. And there are other things that could be considered interesting, but I doubt I'd share here anyway. Or there always my opinions on Joss Wheadon's new show, Dollhouse.
Mostly, it's that I don't want to put anything down, I think. Part of my hatred of March.
An odd thing happened yesterday, both my brother (well, one of them) and my mom wrote me e-mails at almost exactly the same time telling me to watch out for early birthday gifts in the mail. Strange. I think I know what the one my mom (parents) sent me is.
What else... I don't know.
I suppose that's it.