The (lack of) change

And so I've returned to you in this hour of excessive boredom and crippling lack of activity. My mind is blank; my body anxiously waits for a fly or mosquito that would force some sort of action. But its daytime and the mosquitoes roam around at night, and my house is clean so there is no sign of any flies either. I've been taking showers for fun in the past two days, so there's no itch either that would enable me to actively take part in the productive activity of scratching myself. My television seems to be screaming out to me to get a life, my bed is complaining of back aches due its excessive use. But I am stubborn. I sit in my room, lifeless and thoughtless. And it is now that I turn to you, my loyal blog. I turn to you for inspiration, for submission, for narration, and for the arousal of an entire nation. This is the start of a revolution. A movement that will change the nature of time, an act that will redefine peace, a march that will relocate success. I bang my fingers on my keyboard as my eyes open up wide, as I start to hyper-ventilate, as my creative juices start to flow. I know this is big, I know this is grand. The moment I publish this post, everything between the earth and the sky will change forever. I was born to bring a change, I AM the change. But first... I'm hungry. Time for lunch. C'ya!