I can't think of anything to write about.
Wait, that's not really true. I CAN think of things to write about, but I don't seem to be motivated enough to do the actual writing about them. I was going to gather my thoughts and write something about the discussion our stand-in guest speaker at the AWC meeting the other night sparked after her presentation on Social Media (or How Not to Waste Your Life & Ruin Your Reputation on Facebook), which was equally fascinating and aggravating.
I find I bite my tongue a lot in certain settings and with certain subjects. Some people are so hard-line in their opinions that it seems a waste of time to bother tendering my own, plus much of the time I know what I think about these certain subjects, having come to my own conclusions after copious thought and input and even with an open mind, I'm not necessarily interested in entering into a debate.
I can think of other things to write about but they are not the sort of topics I choose to discuss in a public forum.
I could write about work, but I won't. I could write about what I think about what you or he or she said/did the other day, but I won't. I could write about all the umpteen-million things I think about writing about at some point during the day or evening or night, but don't because I have forgotten them again before I get around to it.
Did you ever have a round toit? My dad had wooden ones with the word TOIT stamped on it in big black letters when I was a kid. Imagine my eye-rolling reaction upon being handed one.
I could post pictures instead of perpetrating this excruciating inanity upon you, my poor put-upon audience, but even though I actually horked up the motivation to go take some photos of my children in various slack-jawed poses in front of the TV and the fish tank (I couldn't think of anything else), they all came out too blurry to bother with. You're welcome.
I could write something with a beginning, a middle and an end, but it certainly isn't happening now, eh? I could write a poem! Nah. I'm not in the mood. I haven't been IN THE MOOD all week. Well, actually, that's not exactly accurate, I have been in A mood, just not THE mood that I would have liked to be in. The mood I WAS in was no fun. No fun for anyone, and most un-fun for me. I will not be doing THAT again anytime soon. Anytime soon being approximately 4 weeks from now. I would much rather have continued with the mood I was in last weekend, but sadly, that mood is a thing of the past. Not so sadly, it's probably a thing of the future, too, judging by the increasingly manic tones of this post. HEE!
Why isn't manic an LJ mood choice?
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