I have nothing to say. I'm bored tonight. Nancy and Bob are gone for the week and I am alone. I just talked with zha for 115 minutes until my phone died. Now I'm surfing the internet. The best part of that conversation was how we hung up. zha had just said something about liking having a really long talk.

"Well, I've got to plug it in before it dies."
"OK. Call me when it recharges."

I guess it's only funny if you'd been in the actual conversation. Re-writing it does not give off the same hilarity as it did when we were talking.

To all the people whose journals I read: Please write something. I am bored. (Except Ken. You wrote something. Thanks)