Everything's dull today.

Finished Amateur Marriage. FINALLY. Jeez. So Much Dull. About 2/3rds through the book I realized: I think I'm supposed to be identifying with one of more of these characters. It's the only explanation. It's sorta historical (in that it started in the 1940's and worked its boring way to now), yet it's written so blandly universal that the historical is insignificant. Why? Why? Why?

And zomg, the melodrama. Boyfriends dying in war, strokes, sick brothers, runaway children, cancer, drug overdoses, car accidents, autism, war wounds that make dudes walk with a limp, cheating on spouses, racial tension, zomg. If I wanted to put up with any of that shit I'll read fan fiction. With fan fic, at least I get a few scenes of sweaty wrestlers doing it in between the melodrama.

Bleh.

I feel like that's the kind of book I deserve lately. I have been so uninspired with everything. Wrestling, meh. Idol, double-meh. Everything else, triple-meh. I'm even bored with the Soap Opera in my Head. Why has my imagination forsaken me? Oh why?