I'm a Blob. An Unamusing Blob. Is "Unamusing" a Word?

Normally I am a self-contained person. I amuse myself, I don't require a lot of outside distractions, but the past couple of days I have been kinda...well. Bored. With myself.

I am boring me. Nothing I normally think about is grabbing my fancy. I mean - I will have my moments - but not like I usually do. I cannot keep myself entertained - No Lethal-Weapon-Spike-Angel Connection, No Fake Angel Spoilers, No Maybe-Script idea that I was toying with, No Deep Thoughts about Gangsta-Rappers and the slash inherent in the culture, Not even The Pure and True Love of Brian and Justin can hold my interest for more than a few minutes.

Instead, I find myself contemplating my eyeshadow and wondering if I should contour my brows. I want to go out and have meaningless talks that I can't remember the next day with people I don't really know. Napping isn't even fun anymore cause I have nothing to think about. I got bubkus.

I need something. Perhaps a kick in the pants?