A Topical Topic

It was a quaint Saturday morning, around 12:30 PM. A young blogger was sitting at his desk, with a blank page in front of him. He thought to himself, "What should I blog about?" Various topics crossed his mind, none seeming of any importance. "Should I blog about the meaning of life? Nah, not in the mood..." he said (to nobody in particular). "What about a random article? Nope, already did that. Wait, how about I pick a random button, such as 'Comment Moderation?' Eh, I have nothing to say about it," he thought solemnly to himself, how odd. His mind wandered as he listened to Poker Face on Pandora, lightening his dark mood by a small margin.

After a few minutes of searching, and finding nothing. He cursed his ability to find topics to blog about. He remembered what Goody had once told him, something like "I only find inspiration at night. Look at all my blog posts, check the time." The young blogger felt a sense of similarity with that statement, as many of his ideas had hit him during the time of the moon. Cursing the daylight, he was forced to move on. His mood darkened even more when a few slow songs played across Pandora.......................................

After a brief mental lapse, the young blogger became aware of his posture. It was terrible. He was slouching of the computer, adding years of back pain and surgery to his already short life. The cardinals outside his window frolicked around the bird feeder, seemingly unaware of the young blogger inside the house with posture problems. The young blogger had worked too hard in school and in life to be troubled by back problems, and he abruptly say upright. Outside, two of the birds crashed, and collided into the side of the house. The quiet noise stirred the blogger, and he glanced out the window. To his dismay, the two birds were nowhere in sight. They must have flown off, frightened by the looming structure that was so unmovable.

Returning back to the task at hand, the young blogger tried once more to discover a topic. Ideas from sports, music, politics, religion, and more crossed his mind, none lighting the match. The young blogger laughed silently to himself, as yet another depressing song played on the radio. "What is with me today?," he thought, "Why can't anything go write?"