There just isn't anything to write about. All facets of my life are looking about the same right now. Scratched and abused by too much tapping on the glass.
I used to have the will to sit down at least once a day, usually more than that, and write lengthy entries based completely on one tiny snippet of conversation. Right now, I can't even remember the last time I truly listened to anyone.
I've missed so many details from everyday life. It's just so overwhelming to go back and think, "My gods, I used to actually have a memory."
Maybe one day, when things are fun again, I'll start that again. Slipping back into the old ways.
At the moment, I'm living a life where I'm giving everyone what they want and getting nothing in return. Yeah, so I'm not needy.
I just wish karma would kick back in and let a few nifty things slide my way.