"It rained all morning, and then it cleared up in the afternoon. And that's it. I almost remembered something else, but it's gone."

I don't think my brain works anymore, assuming that it ever really worked to begin with. I distinctly remember thinking about things and holding opinions on various matters, and even when all else failed I could talk endlessly about popular culture. But now, I've got nothing. I reach back and I try to find things to blog about, and I come up empty, time and time again.

To be fair, I guess the tank isn't entirely empty; I've still got a couple things. I wonder how virtually every episode of Gilmore Girls has a "special appearance" by Edward Herrmann when there's really nothing "special" about it. He's a regular cast member for God's sake. Who are they trying to fool?

I also like to imagine that Hayden Panettiere was invincible in Bring It On: All or Nothing, and that the climactic scene involved her falling off the top of the pyramid, healing herself, and then finishing the routine with a flourish. And while we're on that topic, how come every single character on Heroes has to say "Save the cheerleader, save the world" no less than half a dozen times? It was, at one point, a great line. Now it's essentially used as a segue between topics.

And am I the only one who can't watch House without imagining the astronomical hospital bills that these patients must have?

Other than that though, I've got nothing. Three months, and that's it. I think I'm broken.

Maybe I'll do better in the next three months.