This is ridiculous.Sit like a dumb idiot infront of the computer screen ,lost in thought,drumming my fingers but achieving a sum total of zilch.The whole lab is staring at me and passing knowing glances.Its as if me and Mr. Computer are trying to communicate through thought.Just can't think of a single damned thing to write about.If it goes on like this anymore I might soon have to call my blog a block.

Its a new feeling,this singular lack of imagination and thought.My plan was, if I ever found myself bereft of ideas I would write an essay on Cow for heaven's sake.I am trying to do that and I cannot seem to go beyond moooooo. All this inspite of the fact that I kinda fancy myself as a blogger or rather have lived the lie so long that I have started believing it myself.I mean having a blog is pretty cool and then slyly getting the people to read it is even better but for crying out loud,write something man,write.

It has taken me an exact one month and five days,endless hours of soul searching and exactly two and a half botched attempts at writing something to reach the inadvertent conclusion.There is absolutely nothing to write about.Why in heaven's name was I condemned to this bland world of limitless ennuui.What does one write about when people's idea of an exciting life is to convert oxygen to carbon dioxide,dogs have stopped chasing the postman,cats have stopped crossing the road infront of a marriage procession,mosquitoes take a sabbatical on hot,humid nights especially when there is no electricity.ATMs are working,Networks aren't busy,even Bush is out of Iraq.Where the heck is Mr. Murphy when we need him?What does an honest to God man do to find something he can crib about. Pssssst,Think I spoke a little too soon.Is that My Pop calling to demand an account of last month's expenses?