I don't know what to write about. I have hit a wall. I now have writer's block.
I am very sad about this because I am only 15 days into my challenge of writing every day for a year! There's just nothing in this world that I care for anymore, it is very sad.
I guess that I can observe my surroundings, maybe someone somewhere will find that interesting.
So to my left is a mother duck who is teaching her ducklings algebra. They start school in September and so mother duck wants to make sure that her babes are well prepared.
To my right is a chef who is cooking me breakfast. He's making me pizza but he's using eggs to give it that breakfast vibe.
I'm quite hungry, maybe that's why I'm having a hard time thinking of interesting topics.
Anyways, in front of me is my maid. She's stretching her calves because apparently she's really been pushing herself to reach all the dust on top of my cabinets.
Her face is all warped with pain.
Behind me is a soft breeze. There's a hole in my wall. I call it a window. A window is a section of the wall that's made of glass and can swivel open to let in air. I did not invent this.