humor · life

well, this is embarrassing

D’oh, I’m at a loss for words. For no apparent reason I can’t think of a thing to say. The cat doesn’t have my tongue. My lips aren’t sealed. I’m just drawing a blank. I rummaged around all morning, looking under synapses and behind neurons, hoping to find an old idea that might spark a thought. No luck.

So I did what I usually do in these situations, I watched the cursor blink and listened to the coffeemaker — it was busy burbling and plashing. I like listening to the coffeemaker, it’s soothing. I pretend it’s my head percolating with fresh ideas. It’s such a happy, hopeful sound, unlike a train whistle which is utterly forlorn. Air raid sirens, too, those give me goose bumps they’re so creepy.

But the coffeemaker is a joy. I sat and listened with a contented smile while I waited for a thought. And waited. And waited some more. Now, look at the time, and I’m still waiting.

I’ve been stood up. I, uh, guess you have, too. Sorry.

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