I'm having a problem that I never thought I would have...nothing is moving me, stirring my senses, awakening not a damn thing inside of me.
It kinda scary. Rachel had friends over on Saturday and they were all a fluster with conversation about poetry and books and music of the indie rock persuation (not my forte) and whatever else came to their fresh little minds.
I'm looking for inspiration, something that impresses me.
Am I alone in my sense of "been there, done that"?