Becoming a Dullard.

[rejectomorph]

One more day without sun. Each night, the clouds withdraw, and each day they return. In the afternoon, there was a time when the sky was tabby-striped with bands of grey and silver. I do love cloudy skies, but not day after day of them. This monotony probably has contributed to my diffculty in concentrating. My attention span is rapidly diminishing to that of....

Uh, what was I going to say?

Well, in circumstances such as these, I might as well go watch television. That requires no attention span whatsoever. As long as I'm bound to waste time, I might as well waste it being entertained, however poorly.