The Gap

My head has been killing me, so to save figuring out what to write about, I asked Ian for a prompt. 

Let’s see what I’ve said about this:

• Two days ago, on paper maps.
• Last February, on selfies.
• New Year’s Day, on being hip.
• April 2013, on Generation X.

Surely there’s more? I only searched generation, so maybe with gap? No, nothing relevant. I could have sworn there’s more; I’m sure there is, but I have too many words here to find it. And my brain is fried with pain.

I’m done here. Raw onions are as bad as peanuts.