Why Am I So Boring

Okay, you know what? This is my third attempt at a post. Apparently, my writing bits are broken, because the others are dull dull dull. Let's hope this turns out to be at worst only one dull.

Maybe it was the massage last night? ("What's been going on?" "Huh. I dunno. Oh, I fell last night and twisted my back a bit." "Oh." Pause of several minutes. "Anything else?" "Hm. The past couple weeks have been a little stressful at work." "Ah yes, that's what your back is saying: year end.") I've been a little headachy today.

Maybe it was the therapy? ("Do you think you could try having that conversation with your father?" "Uh." Tears.) I've been a little worn out since.

Maybe it's trying to buy a house? ("There's only an inch of water in the basement because it's spring. Oh, and there's a crack in the foundation of the addition." "Oh, that's okay, it's a beautiful house." It's a beautiful house.) I've been a little on tenterhooks since seeing the place this afternoon.

This last thing, this is a thing I'm genuinely excited about. Though pretty stressed about as well. And there is a boring, poorly written, no-flow half post waiting to get re-written into something glorious when I've recovered from the first two things that are not exciting at all.