Useless

Haven't blogged in a couple of days. I feel empty, like an echoing silence inside me, expanding, imploding and aching. I want to write but there are no words needing to be written. Its only 20 degrees outside and very windy. Yesterday I complained about it being too warm, now I'm complaining that it's too cold. Am I so bored that I'm writing about the weather? Well I don't know what else to write about. I can't think of anything. If this prolongs, I'm gonna have to lower the dosage of my mood stabilizers. I can't just sit on my ass and do online quizzes all day and night! I'm not productive, I can't write and my brain feels like a useless, slimy mass. I'd rather be a bit moody than brain dead.