When Everything Sucks

I've been mulling over what to write here for the past two days. I don't know what to say that I will be happy with. It's weird how, when I am unhappy with what I do because it falls short, I just produce something even more meaningless as a substitute. Why don't I just work harder to produce something good?

I want to say I'm just lazy, but maybe such experiences are showing me that I'm a finite, limited being. No one can hit home runs every time they're on bat (Not that anything I've written resembles anything like a home run...). At least I can say that I went on bat and tried. Hopefully tomorrow brings me closer to a home run or, at the very least, gets me on base. 

That is all for today. Happy Monday.