I'm too pooped to pop, I'm flat as a tack and my well has run dry.
I'm worn out, wrung out like an old dish rag and I'm petered out.
I've got nothing in me. I didn't have anything in me yesterday and I don't have anything in me again this morning.
My Mojo ain't a-working anymo.
Oh, I have thoughts and I have ideas. I think of something and I think "well, I'll blog about that!"
But when it comes to crunch time, I wonder what in the heck I was thinking. That idea was certainly a stupid idea.
I've read through all my favorite blogs looking for inspiration and then checked out their followers as well.
I even went cruising with the "next blog" button and ran across some very uninteresting blogs in foreign languages. I knew they were uninteresting even though I couldn't read them... because they had pictures of soccer players or sparkly shoes. Or groups of dark-haired girls smiling prettily for the camera.
And do you know what I found? What inspired me?
I even thought of taking the 100 step challenge. You know... where you take 100 steps and then take a photo of whatever is right there in front of you. The problem is, I don't have it in me to walk 100 steps. And besides, I would have to take the camera down of it's shelf and unpack it.
I mean, how hard is that?
Well, in the mood I'm in today, even that is too much of an effort.
Oh, there's nothing wrong with me at all and I feel just fine.
I just feel flat as a tack.
My get-up-and-go has just got-up-and-went.
When it comes back to me, I'll let you know, okay?