So where the hell's the inspiration?

It's midnight, and I should be inspired. But I'm not. I'm just bored. I'm *always* inspired at midnight, because I can't usually write stuff down then without climbing out of bed and fighting a battle with all the junk in my room to find paper. But not tonight.

*sigh*

Watch, it'll happen as soon as I get into bed. Life sucks like that. And is it just me, or did this blog get very boring very quickly? Eh, probably just me; most likely it's been boring the whole time.