I’ve been pensive on the fact of whether or not I could write a blog about not being able to write a blog. It pains me somewhere inside to see the days go by and I have absolutely nothing to say.

But I always have something to say. It is more about whether or not you care to read about it. (Whatever IT may be.)

Maybe I should write about how I coughed my way to sleep two nights in a row; or maybe I should write about how I slept for over 24hours up until this morning; or maybe about how I am currently beach ready and taking a vitamin C pill in preparation for the “wet.” Or would you rather me talk about the possibility of having H1N1 – also known as “Why did you kiss that pig little Mexicana.”

The list goes on.

I could even write about how Blackberry’s seem to be taking over the world, 10 fingers at a time. Even the taxi drivers have them. I sometimes wonder if they are a part of a secret cult or something, and they sit there bb-ing each other all day; who to pick up, who to drive past – you know “she did not pay me enough last time so she’s just going to have to walk. You tell the rest of the guys I said not to pick her up.”

Anyway, it makes you so much more uncool unique now if you have an iPhone – God forbid you have anything else; why then you’re just a loser.

Well, I guess I have just wasted five minutes of your time. If it makes you happy, at least now I can breathe through my nose. But, I am sure you can pardon me here, considering I am still sick and slightly delusional.