NOTHING, I'VE GOT NOTHING.
I need to noodle my brain for something even remotely interesting to write.
Something that would interest my rich and varied audience of my brother and the occasional mis-directed Googler.
But I don't have much.
There is this one woman in my office who wears open-toed shoes and she has gnarled, long, sharp toenails.
Then, there's another who wore a Christmas sweater and Christmas ornament earrings to work today.
Those things bother me.But that's my problem. And it's not interesting.
Right. Back to the drawing board.