I have nothing today. I can not channel emptiness onto the page. My mind is a complete blank and the attempts I've made at writing this morning have been a complete waste. This is truly the most frustrating feeling, the need to express and get words out--anything that has flow and direction--but feeling completely incapable of doing so. I've spent a half hour typing and deleting and I'm supposed to write for another hour as well...i will have to get away from the computer for this.
I'm really fucking annoyed with myself this morning. Blank. That is what i feel, blank.
Should i tell you about a dream i had? I was at a black tie after party for a fundraiser that John Cusack had organized and facilitated. A fundraiser that was a smashing success. So here i was, at this black tie party, wearing jeans and t-shirt and inexplicably i disappear into the bathroom and change into a pair of red soccer shorts, no shirt, and return to the party, no big deal. I eat cake, have some champagne and hang with a bunch of Hollywood stars and big shots. Red shorts, no shirt, no shoes, no big deal. Presently i change back into my jeans and shirt and then my alarm went off and my son squawked from the other room but i think the party was winding down anyways.
So, that's all I've got this morning. Sorry.
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