I got nothing.

I have absolutely nothing to say.  I've been sitting here for a week, with nothing.  If I was in my car, I could write a novel, but sit here at the computer.  What happens?

NOTHING!  That's right - not a thought, zip.  NADA.  Big Zilch.  

Sorry.  But of course, now that I've published my failures a bunch of stuff will probably come to mind.