1130 is a tumblelog.

1130

nada. zilch. zero. nothing.

Is it ironic that I didn’t write anything at all on 1130?

I just didn’t have anything last night. I could have tried and maybe vomited up some gibberish that could have been spun into gold later, but who the hell has ever spun vomit into gold?

Instead, I watched Intervention and went to bed at 10. Sometimes, that’s a successful night.