No. I don't want to.

I've tried and tried to compose something - anything - even mildly interesting. Something about the past and the future. Something about medical worries for parents. How papers shouldn't say there is free software if the website is so broken I can't find my way around it other than to sneak in and view html and say, "Yes. This is really screwed up."

Instead, I find myself listless. I have both professional and personal email to answer. I have three phone calls to make. But any one of those emails or phone calls would take time and energy and I can't seem to muster the latter to spend the former on anything other than watching television or sleeping. I can't even read! I pick up a book and stare at the cover before placing it on the floor, too exhausted by the thought of paying attention to the story to read a single page.

I'm all blah and blech and I don't really know why. So an uninteresting life yields boring blog posts, I suppose. I shall go back and read my birthday comments again - it doesn't take much energy at all and makes me feel all warm and special. Then maybe I could empty the dishwasher. Right after I finish watching Raymond. And maybe rest my eyes just a little bit.