I have nothing to say

I really don't. I feel that I should since I only blog about once a month. But I don't want to. Ah well. I could tell you how I drove from DC to St. Paul via New York. I could even write about my new internship, the thousands of books I've been reading, or the fact that I no longer like the smell of coffee. But I won't. I also refuse to tell you about my brother's graduation, my niece and nephew (and how disgustingly cute they are), and the apple that I'm eating right now because I'm hungry.

Cheers