Nothing nothing nothing

Nothing is coming to me. I try every day to write something here and I can't even think of anything to say to myself. I started this as a place to vent, to quantify or qualify or textify my thoughts. But all my thoughts are of escaping, getting out, turning away and I can't bear that so I do things that help me think of nothing instead. Like let the dajamou watch hours of TV so I can watch hours of video online. Or read 20 some odd blogs for some kind of vicarious life. Or lose myself in a novel.

But those things don't give me much to write about.