So I'm sitting in the bathroom, desperately trying to come up with something to write about, because it's an hour past my bedtime, and I just want to go to bed, dammit, but I have this thing I have to do. And ... I've got nothing. Apparently, I don't think well on the toilet. Who knew?

But the point is - I remembered. Right before bed, and with nothing to write about, but still. Maybe tomorrow I'll remember in time to think about it and actually have something worthwhile to say.

Consecutive days of writing: 005
Longest previous streak: 004
Word count since 4/30/09: 2922