inane is too good for this

Seriously. I sat down, determined to show signs of life on the interwebs. The motivation was there... hell, I even had some things I really wanted to get down on paper... er, well whatever you'd call this.

Nothing. I must have half-written half a dozen things and ended up deleting each one. I'd just get part of the way through it, realized that even I didn't care what I was writing about anymore and trashed it. And this always came after spending the time to meticulously rework that first half to my obsessively particular satisfaction.

I'm not sure what my problem is. Not like it sits very high on the list of worst problems to have, but still. I can't even seem to write for me anymore, and that's just damn irritating.

Maybe I'll feel it better tomorrow... who knows?