Well don't you hate those days of nothingness where nothing seems to move you, to-do tasks do not appeal and all you wish for is the very thing that will remind you how to feel. These are the hours that pass without notice, that slip by without concern, that take your mind and make it soggy with disconcern; but not a happy kind. It's a day that's out-of-order, that should be spent in repairs but no one has the tool of motivation; at least, not you. It's the sort of day you wish to waste in the worst of ways; unaccounted for, remembered for nothing, abused and denied as anything of value. Pray it isn't your last. It's the kind of day that resembles a chapter in a John Steinback book; endless, full of tiny details, the purpose or meaning utterly lost. It's the kind of day you're too tired to sleep through, too lazy to work through, too bored to use for yourself. On a day like this, it's nice to have a place to be, a thing to do, an egenda. Without those things, it's hours and hours of nothingness.