Nothing to do with cancer.

There are some days that just make you want to write. The weather is set, the circumstance is presented, and then it comes- inspiration. Today was not that day. I mulled about doing this then that and nothing. I have this overpowering desire to write something beautiful, something full of meaning, but I just don't feel like I have anything of importance to say. How frustrating. Maybe I'm doomed to spend my days filling pages with paragraphs of nonsense and blah blahs with bits of poetry and cliches' stuck in-between. If you have any ideas for me to ponder and butcher or maybe to pontificate upon please send them my way. Muse speak to me. Some one please "a-muse" me. Teeheehee.