It seems like it happens this time every year. That old ennui sets in. I am bored. The cold short days are often cloudy. Football is pretty much over and my team once again missed the playoffs. Real baseball is a couple of months away.
I’m bored by work. I’m bored with TV. I’m bored by this blog. I have a proof of my second novel on the corner of my desk. I’m sick of it too. You can only read something a few dozen times before it becomes a blob of familiar words. I find I’m even bored by music. While I love reading, I’m kinda bored by that too.
I know, boo freakin’ boo.
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"Over? Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Nothings over until we say it's over"
Bluto Cignetti
Happens to the best of us.
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