Waste of time

Tonight, I'm writing before feeling like I'm about to pass out.  Honestly, I don't really have anything to say but I figure I'll just see where it takes me.  It's nights like tonight and last night when I wonder why anyone bothers reading this blog.  Not that I don't appreciate it but there were so many days over the year so far where I've just babbled on about nothing.  There are so many times, like tonight, when I have one of those "I don't have anything to say" moments.  

It's the reason why I don't use Twitter all that often or at all really.  There's a part of me that feels a little behind the social media times but I just don't get it.  Even on those occasions that I do use it, I can't help but feel like "who really cares."  It's similar to how I feel right now.  I just don't feel like I have anything to say and therefore am super reluctant to write anything.  Almost like it's unfair to those few who read this to have to waste their time  (even if it's only mere moments).   Even though, I try to remember that I write this blog for me, I still can't help but feel like it's silly knowing that tomorrow morning some dear friends are going to begin to read this.  All I can say is I'm sorry and I hope something of more substance will appear within the next couple of days.