Its weird tonight, I can't really think of anything to write. I guess you could call it a writers block, but I know its more to do with my lack of sleep. So I have decided to write about nothing, which in its self is something. To do nothing can be interpreted so many different ways, and by so many different people. We all do it.. We sit on the computer, Chatting. And someone signs on and asks what your up to, then you reply with "nothing". Though in reality, your listening to music, typing like mad on the keyboard, watching the TV beside you, and reading your friends latest blog. All at the same time, which isn't really do much, but it sure isn't nothing....

Now when someone comes up to me and asks, "So what’s new with you". I usually reply with the usual "Ohh nothing much". But in truth, so much may have happened since the last meeting with this mysterious person. That they may not even be able to fathom, or comprehend what it is your trying to say. Plus, who wants to talk about so much stuff in such a short time frame of a few minutes. You need a Tim Horton’s and a French Vanilla/Hot Chocolate to talk about in-depth and possibly extremely long stories like that. This may sound trivial, but the more I write. The more that comes to the surface, and breaks through the tiredness that is my current state.

That’s something I haven't done in a long time either. Is have a good conversation with someone. Don't get me wrong, all the time I spend with friends we talk. But it’s just not the same as a one on one, mono e' mono. A chit chat that means something, and isn’t just talk. Even though Friendly banter is fun, and is what makes up our lives. Its not the stuff that can impact your life...

This feels unfinished, and I would love to write more. But its getting late, Yet again. And I must go to bed

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