History repeating

Today felt much like any other day. Too much like any other day. Nothing occurred to distinguish from many of the other days that have idled past recently. I observed nothing unusual happening. I witnessed nothing unique, no events that I haven't watch unfold a hundred times over. Obviously the problem is with my observances, rather than the day itself, which I'm confident was a very fine day (in it's time at least, it's on it's last legs now). I'm sure if I truly put my mind to it I'd still manage to spin and weave something of consequence out of the day's remembrances, but it all feels drab and colourless and I'm struggling to get past my own ambivalence.

Bleh.