Writing completely about Nothing

I’m sitting here in this chair staring at a computer screen for meaningless hours. I had an idea in mind to type about but now its ran away. I search for the runaway idea with no luck. I only find stupid strange characters that I created when I was a child.  Bump this, now I’m hungry and I want some Chinese food. I scratch my butt while thinking about this because it itches. Maybe if I go to the restaurant as I am the employees won’t be too disgusted with the slob on the corner of my mouth and crackers in my eyes. I think of another idea that I could do but I know that would put me in prison for life so I throw that thought away. I stare stupidly at my surroundings. I wonder if I’m the only writer on blogger who has a computer sitting on their kitchen table.  I notice I forgot the letter “I” sitting in front of the letter “f” in the seventh sentence. I will just leave it as it is because my English teacher is not grading this and I’m just writing about nothing. Really need to get that Chinese food now. I get in the car crank up and leave the driveway of my house. When I’m out on the road I realize I don’t even have my driver license yet. Ooops! Oh well, if I get pulled over I’ll just tell the cops I was hungry as hell for some Chinese food.