Wow, I am boring.

I am in a serious blogging rut, y'all.

(And apparently I'm channeling Paula Deen.)

I think this is the worst it has ever been. Not only can I not think of anything to write about these days, but I'm also kind of feeling like I don't want to write. I guess you can say that I am seriously uninspired.

It's been like this for weeks. I've been trying to fight it, but I do apologize, my dear readers, because I don't think I've been doing a very good job.

And life? Well, life has been really routine. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing especially fun going on. So, that? It just feeds the boring.

The only thing I am feeling like I can promise is that it won't be like this forever. I appreciate all of you sticking with me.

If you want to go the extra mile, perhaps you all could give me a little bit of inspiration. Help me get my fingers tap, tap, tapping the keys again. Is there something I've mentioned in passing that I should talk more about? Is there anything inquiring minds want to know?

*crickets*

Bueller? Buell--No? Well, OK then. I'll try to get the wheels turning again...