Short on Wit

It's been one of those days (weeks?) -- entirely too much going on and nothing to show for it at the end of the day.

There was finally time to get back on track today. No appointments, no kids home sick from school... but my brain has taken a holiday. I have nothing witty to say (or type), no energy to work out, and not enough motivation to clean the house.

Just looking at my pages of unfinished writing is an effort. My fingers rest on the keyboard. My brain feels mushy and the half-formed thoughts get lost somewhere between my mind and my wrists.

Without the energy to write, I become a reader. I surf the web, checking out the news and getting drawn into the comments. The comments on articles depress me. I shouldn't read them, but it's a compulsion.

Read anything online -- politics, entertainment, weather, science, etc. -- and you're likely to find the same things: hate, lunacy, and atrocious spelling.

why do some peeples writ like htat? lulz. are they lazy or ,stoopid? is it kewl? are they tooo buzy to take the extra 10 seconds to doit right?

AND DO THEY REALLY THINK SHOUTING WITH ALL CAPS WILL AUTOMATICALLY MAKE THEIR POINT THE MOST IMPORTANT?

While those types of comments are hard on the eyes, they are nothing compared to the illogical assertions that people make, such as the person who commented that the Woz should be voted off Dancing with the Stars, not because he lacks talent or entertainment value, but because he used to date Kathy Griffin and anyone who dated Kathy Griffen shouldn't be on DWTS.

Um, huh?

With my brain befuddled and my energy dipping, I think I'll put the laptop down and go back to playing the guitar. This may just be a day where my greatest accomplishments will be getting dressed and making myself breakfast and lunch.