Well… I’m suffering from writer’s block. I guess… I’m sitting at Goat’s, all alone, in the dark, with absolutely no inspiration. I feel… empty. It’s not a pleasant feeling. Wisps of emotion keep wafting through my mind… yet I can’t seem to hold on to any of them. And everything is so quiet. Its as if the world had abandoned me. All sensation is vague and fleeting. I need to start cooking dinner in a few hours. But time is dragging so much… I’ll be old and gray before I have to worry about that. I wish someone would call… or get online… or anything. I’m actually waiting for a specific phone call. My new friend had some boy issues and drove off to Nebraska yesterday, she was supposed to be at work at 10 this morning and I’ve been kind of worried about her. I called to check on her but there was no answer. I hope she’s alright. We wanted to invite her over for dinner tonight… Hmm… it’s odd that my cats aren’t begging to be fed. It’s already almost 9pm and they usually swear they’ll die if they don’t get dinner by 6. Once again adding to the vacancy I’m feeling… I hope someone talks to me soon… its as if everything forgot I exist… so lonely…