What Was I Going To Write About?

     Tonight I sat down thinking I knew what I was going to write about.  I mean I haven't blogged anything in months.  There are tons of ideas floating around in my head.  They all seem small, trivial, extremely unimportant, too depressing, or too vague.  What the heck is wrong with my brain?  I think it's just time to go to bed.  Some days are just like that where it's better to go to bed and start over tomorrow.