Something about nothing

So, I've been staring at this empty screen for 10 minutes. I really have nothing worth of note to write about. Nothing has happened, nothing worth of note is going to happen in the near future.

My kitty is gone. The apartment is too quiet, and lonely on mornings like these. This is what I used to have next to me on the bed when I'd be surfing the net: 

But alas, there is no such cuteness next to me. Just a cd that won't work, and an empty Smashbook, waiting for inspiration. But there is none. 

That's it.