It's almost 11 pm. I was lying down in bed, about to drift off, when I remembered I hadn't posted a blog today. I'm not sure why I remembered. Why do random things pop into our heads? Nonetheless here I am, groggy with nothing to write about. Nothing really happened today. I guess that could be a good thing, nothing bad occurred. But it's also a bad thing, I didn't go out and make anything fun happen. So here's a blog, about nothing. I'm sorry but I can't always come up with a story to tell, but I will write regardless. I'm not even sure if I can call this a blogpost, so please accept my apology about this sorry excuse for one. I'm too tired to write.
-Libby Morehouse
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