bleh and more blehwith no inspiration in sight --
Too bleh to move,
no thought to take flight.
Don't wanna shop
with the mobs at the store,
don't wanna read -
each book seems a bore.
Even Snark seems dull--
puniness is pain,
The snow's run off
and left nothing but rain.
I could piece a quilt,
or maybe just knit,
but it's too much to think of
when I could just sit.
Teh boredom reigns
with no end in sight --
Too bleh to move,
I guess I'll just sit tight.
