Lazy thoughts are weird. Not only do they suck every last ounce of energy that I have in me, but they’re even more difficult to express. It’s that whole intellectual constipation thing again. That urge to want to say something deep and insightfully meaningful but coming up with a few straggling lazy thoughts instead.
So I end up reminiscing about days gone by because nostalgia is always best indulged in when I lack energy to deal with today. Not enough energy to care about tomorrow either, so I’ll leave it nagging at the door in the back of my mind waiting to be let in. Tomorrow is an energy sucker just like yesterday. They both demand a level of attention and indulgence that yield no immediate benefit.
Ugh…blankness becomes me right now. So many blogs, so little inspiration.