Part of it is that I have certain standards in my writing, and what I started to compose seemed boring and trite. This may or may not be true, but in my present state of ennui I can't work up much enthusiasm for anything. I suspect that the mood stablilizers may be a partial culprit, but even if they're inducing this twilight zone of emotional flatness, I'd be terrified to stop taking them because they may very well be all that lies between me and insanity (read: full-blown, psychotic depression) right now.
Even e-mailing is hard, due to both a paucity of enthusiasm and a lack of much to say, other than my standard litany of kvetching, and how many times can you repeat that shit? I used to live for e-mails, and get frustrated when I didn't get a return mail or got a very short one back. But now I can go weeks without responding to the couple of regular e-mail pals I have right now.
Well, maybe it's a good sign that I even got this far with a "post," such as it is. I guess I'll try again when I'm up to it.