Now I don't exist...

I was just looking through my 'titles,' you know how you can just hit the down key and see all of the titles you've ever written, and this one came up.
I have no idea where I've used it previously, but hey - what the hell, right?

I stayed home sick today.
I decorated this folder thing for Gratz.
I had a sandwich, and ... a glass of Ginger Ale.
I read.
Sha-Zam. My day. In four simple sentences.
God I'm dull.

Um, I don't really know what to write.
Sam always writes something meaningful.
So does Abby.
And ... the mobs that comment on their posts, they all write interesting things.
How you can just sit there reading this garbage is beyond me.
It's not like I'm actually reading this. Pfft.

We missed basically all of the Walk for A Cure (Food Allergy Addition!) yesterday.
We donated our money, got the shirts (I got a Popsicle from the ice-cream truck), and were on our way. No walk or anything. Four hours wasted in a car.
The shame of it.

If I wrote poetry, I'd write something here depicting the dull existence that was my own over this past weekend. Yet sadly, I do not. Therefore you must decipher through this mass of expression that I feel represents how my weekend was;

ehaowefhowiehawoeihfoweiahfie. Aheiowaf8 efajwelfj3wioa f9e3wjald.

You're Welcome.