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Oh dear. This is dreadful. I wicked want to post, but I have nothing to say! All I could think of at first were all the things that had annoyed me today (bad drivers; the way people say Gahd instead of God – which is one of the most annoying things in the universe; Constantine’s demise – which is worse than annoying; etc.) and that’s not too cheerful. And then all I could think of were one or two really little ideas that were defying development (like the fact that I saw about 62 semis coming home from Craig’s awesome concert last night – I was going to write about how I had uncovered this great conspiracy; or the fact that tomorrow is my last day of classes, but I already wrote about my last paper, so that might be redundant; or the thunderstorm we’re in – but what more can I say than that I love thunder, and Molly, hates it). And then, of course, there are the topics that are only of real interest to me (I saw my philosophy professor on the way to my organ lesson, and stopped to chat; Uncle Paul bought M&Ms; I dreamed about John Thomas cutting down trees). Sigh. So I am reduced to writing about having nothing to write about. But this may actually be a valuable lesson to you people still in school – this is the way to write papers when they have to be six pages long, and you only have five pages worth of material. You just kind of drivelize…