Writer's block?!

I am still at my wit's end as I have nothing to write. Well, that's not true, I do have something to write, we all do, but nothing that I want to put up on a public forum (just imagine if the 'l' had slipped out of that word, would that have been a Freudian slip?).

Lots of things have happened over the past 3 weeks since my last post. Like everyday life and all that. But has anything extraordinary happened? Well...I'm not sure what we all mean by extraordinary - I can't seem to really confine it to any specific and satisfying definition. Because honestly living everyday in a manic city and retaining one's sanity in itself is extraordinary.

Anyway, what's the point in debating about non-issues and content that is of no consequence? I have nothing to say and I seem to be belabouring on that one point.

I have nothing to say that anyone including me wants to read. I'm suffering pangs of jealousy because a very good friend of mine called Baboon has a legion of followers and I don't...:( I guess my idea of being a writer has to be overhauled and probably be given a shove outta the bathroom window.

I've been feeling out of sorts for a very long time. It's like a 3 week-hang over. It refuses to budge inspite of many positive things happening. Maybe because it's...oh chuck it. I have nothing to say.

And no one has anything to say to me either. I don't know which is worse.