You know those times when all you want to do is crawl back into bed and pull the blanket over your head - and then stay there a few years? Yeah, that's me at the moment.

I don't know why exactly, there's no real reason for it. I've had some interesting experiences I could have written about (meeting up with a couple of friends from World of Warcraft, attending a wedding of a friend where one of the groom's family tried to sabotage things, completely forgetting daylight saving started on the weekend when I start at 7am on a Sunday etc) but I don't know... I just don't feel inspired to write about them.

I feel... deflated (?) I guess. Flat and uninspired. Sorry...