It’s been a while.
My self-appointed critic, in the parlance of Amelia Peabody, has been on me. “You haven’t written anything,” he tells me. And so, I think about what to write. And I think.
At about 12:30 this morning, I had a brilliant idea. I remember thinking that it wouldn’t go so well with the photo above, but it was an idea. Naturally, I didn’t write it down, and I don’t remember what it was.
Such is life.
Classes are back in session at the university. This means that there are a lot of people floating around who weren’t there last week, and I’m feeling a bit claustrophobic as a result.
There was also a squealing session in our reading room worthy of Sex in the City (and just as annoying) in a mixture of Arabic and French: Habibi! Bonjour! Zayyik? Tout va bien?
Khowaga does not squeal, thank you very much.
At any rate. I am here, I am alive, and I am very much uninspired. Inspiration will strike, and I shall write again, never fear.
Just … not today 
