I am feeling so bored and, above all, so boring that I don't even think I can come up with anything interesting to say. You know, sometimes I feel that I'm just the most boring person alive. Some days I have so much trouble believing that I'm any good at anything, that people want to read my writing, that people want to write with me, that people even want to be my friends and talk to me. No matter what the evidence is to the contrary. But at least I'm getting better at it. And at least I know that those moods will pass.

And that became a really depressing comment, didn't it? Ah well, this funk too shall pass. :-)