Under the influence

I keep showing up here to stare at the blank screen. It's pitiful. I hope for a thought, a glimmer of something interesting to say and nothing comes out. I turn on MSNBC looking to get my rage on. Nothing. I can't even work up a lather about the Lexus with the big red bow for Christmas commercials. I yawn at Newt Gingrich.

I am glad for the Herman Cain disaster. At least I know I'm not entirely numb. I find myself cringing for all involved. Goodness knows I've had my share of personal failings. However grateful I am to have this "feelings" test, I can't get any joy spelled schadenfreude from this. Cain's an interesting character. That takes some serious balls and a wicked desire to sell books to think that you can run for the office of the President of the United States with those spanx wearing skeletons rattling around in your closet. 

Hey, here's a question for you - if Cain drops out of the race, and we now know that he knew he had some serious liabilities before the race, does the American Taxpayer get to send him an invoice for his Secret Service detail? His ilk likes to talk about waste and abuse. Boy howdy.

Meh. Enough of that. As you might have guessed, my ability to work on my WIP is suffering the same blank staring fate. I open the document, peck out a few words and then stop to think. Forty-five minutes later, I realize my eyes have become unfocused and what I think is the black vortex of fading star is actually the lens of my portable webcam.

I have never been so even-keeled. It's a bit disconcerting. The cats have started taking shifts to make sure I'm still breathing. They blow in my face to see if my ears and nose twitch. Don't feel too gooey about them. They're not really concerned about me. They just don't want to wait until Sophie gets home from school to be fed.

I yawn a lot with or without the Gingrich inspiration. I'm hearing things. I don't feel like getting dressed and shaving my legs feels like a monumental task. Watching my twitter feed feels like the bedspins. I can't read for very long before dozing off. I'm okay if I keep moving, but when I sit, it's like a switch goes off in my brain that reads "She's not going to hurt any major organs if she takes a fall from this height. All systems shut down!"

Meanwhile, the blog stats are going up  and up. I continue to ride the FAIL wave.

Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something. If I can focus long enough to tell you what it is.......zzzzzzz.