I have absolutely nothing of interest to report today.

So instead of writing my way around the fact that I am boring, I shall instead go to bed early and spare you from an endlessly repetitive drone about how I still, two minutes later, have nothing to say.

(And implore you to please, please, for the love of all things not boring, leave me some comment love and tell me how interesting your lives are compared to mine. I want to live vicariously through you.)

Oh, and before I go - did I mention I have nothing to say?

This is Boring McBoringness signing off for the evening. Yawn.