My Life is a Blank Page (in 100 words)

Today, my life is a blank page. I have the slightest idea how this story would unfold, so I somehow let it automatically chronicle itself. The world always has something awe-inspiring, something significant, something terrible, and there's always, always something boring. Suspected terrorists blow up trains in Mumbai. My blood pressure shoots up to 190/120. There's a strong chance of a stroke, yet I scarcely feel it now. Malacañang bribed bishops. There’s never enough time to prevail over boredom. And she told me I shouldn't be afraid. Life is blank page, but at least I barely feel that it's empty.