Sluggish, like a wet sponge

My brain is a slug. I still can't think of anything to write about. Sometimes, my brain is jumping all over the place like a woo-hooing Daffy Duck, wanting to talk about anything and everything in detail, and approaching a post here by having to narrow the subjects down to just one. Other times? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It's like mush in there, and thinking of even one subject is about impossible.

Remember that episode of Seinfeld when George and Elaine both stopped having sex and he got smarter and she got dumber? And there's that scene where Elaine is looking at the spinning hoops in a store window and cheering and applauding? That's about where I am, and to give you an idea, I laughed out loud for a good minute when I saw this this morning. And I still think it's hilarious.

Yayyyyy!