It's about 2pm on Sunday.  I am bored.  I'm not only bored but somehow... drained.  I feel like I've been drained of all my creative energy.  I can't concentrate on anything long enough to do it.  I cleaned, or neatened, my room yesterday, so I don't have to do that.  I should be working on my story and looking for a job also.

I'm not sure I even have enough concentration to finish this blog entry.

One bird flew into a nest
Two birds sat on baby blue eggs
Three birds chirped hungrily, mouths open
Four birds flew south for the winter

One human went hunting
All the birds are dead.

Not sure where that came from.  A little birdie told me?