Hello world!

As I lay here in my bed after finishing my cereal and getting ready for school, I want to write something, but I don’t know what to write about. The worst nightmare of any writer, or anyone involved in creation of any sort – running out of material. There’s so much out there to write about. So much to opine about, but hardly anything inspires me anymore. Algeria bombed by the Al Qaida in Islamic West, 26 dead. Democratic congress pushing for embryonic stem cell research bill, Bush threatening to veto, Sanjaya still in the american idol, Sunni Tehreek v. Ehl e Hadees setting new standards of sectarian violence in an already unstable Pakistan – So much, yet so little.

Its mid-April, and still snowing here in Chicago. This is one weird year. It will be my first El Nino, and I am so not looking forward to that. I’ve got to admit I don’t work well with summers. Anything above 80 F is so not cool. Blah now I sound like a suburban housewife. Maybe thats what happens when you attempt to procreate at the heights or your infertility.

Sorry to disappoint you, dear few readers. Come summer, the semester will be over, andI I’ll definitly have time to read much more, and I promise I’ll do my best to be inspired, and to churn out something useful.

Peace.