The Blank Stare
Nothing is coming to my mind.
NOTHING
I’m staring blankly into my monitor, the sound of Seinfeld episodes wafting in my head.
THE ABSENCE OF THOUGHT
something like this:

Yep.
Emptiness as faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar as your retinas could process.
I feel slowwwww. My wit isn’t in its usual snappy and alert state. The banters aren’t up to snuff and my hand-eye coordination is SLUGGISH at best.
at BEST!
I feel like a half-baked human being.
A shell.
*looks around for SOMETHING to write about*
