I got nothin’.
Day 3 and blank.
A new low.

I would write about money,
But that’s just depressing.

I could talk about work,
But that’s just stressing.

I could remember growing up,
But I’m still repressing.

I could talk about God,
And ask His blessing.

(I could talk about the Ranch,
But that’s just dressing.)

Maybe blank wasn’t so bad.