I have the blahs today.
I’m not all that happy . . . . . But I’m not really all that sad either.
I’m not motivated.
I’m not excited.
If I were a scientist, today would not be the day that I found the cure for cancer.
If I were an artist, today would not be the day to paint the Mona Lisa.
I’m not 🙂 or 😦 I’m :I
I’m not sure how I ended up in such a blah condition. Perhaps it’s the greyness of the sky. Maybe it started when my shoelace broke. Maybe the dog didn’t wag her tail and seem happy enough this morning.
Maybe I have a blah virus.
I tried to remedy my blahness by trying to tickle myself under my arm, but it doesn’t have quite the same effect as someone else tickling under my arm.
I thought that maybe if I set my hair on fire I would feel less blah, but I really don’t have that much hair left to spare.
So I here I sit, feeling blah and writing a blah post. Hopefully none of you catch my blahness. Hopefully I haven’t started a blah pandemic.