My head feels completely empty, right now. No thoughts at all, just nothing.

I'm sure that if I scraped the bottom, I'd get some sort of gunk out; Maybe half an idea or the crumbs of a half-chewed confession... But to do that, I'd have to put my mind to it, and as I've established, I seem to have misplaced it somewhere in the cavernous depths of my cranium.

Perhaps I thought too much, for too long. I've overheated! Too much thinking does that to you, I've heard. Mind you, I haven't actually paid that any thought -- frankly, I couldn't have paid even if I wanted to; After all, I've lost even my two cents, which were all I had to my name to begin with.

I tried talking to someone today. It went well. Usually, it doesn't. At least I don't think so. If I did think, maybe I'd come to a different conclusion, but that's an exercise for another day.

I wore my corduroy pants, by the way.