The BLAHS have hit me

I think I was standing near the couch. They did one of those football rush-thingamabobs and knocked me flat on my butt on the couch, and there I've wanted to stay ever since.

I've just lost my motivation for everything. I want to veg and play video games. I think I must've switched bodies with a teenage boy. A Freaky Friday kinda thing. Except I haven't even talked to a teenage boy in months. Hmm. Maybe I did a FF with a 35 yr old mama's boy who still lives at home? That is more likely, eh? He probably bags my groceries at the local grocery store. Or is the door greeter at Walmart. Ooh, then if I'm having his urges, he's having mine! He's wanting to hold the babies of strangers and buy baby clothes. And ooh, isn't that nailpolish pretty! About now, he's having a major identity crisis.

Oh, I'm crazy. I ramble entirely too much.

I have a counter full of dishes that need to be scrubbed. And things that need to be mailed. And ordered online. And I'm still sitting here.

Yup, still here.

Come back in an hour. If I'm still here... well, I'm too unmotivated to even think of something that will motivate me. You'll have to come up with a brilliant idea of your own.

Anyone want to bring me a glass of lemonade?